Yachi's baby Yoda temp

The clock is ticking so slowly. It is 8:56 am. I hear footsteps getting louder and louder. I am in a different room today, because of the testing. I fall asleep. I hear kids laughing and talking. I wake up.
I hear my heartbeat getting louder and louder. My hands are shaking. I look down and see that I am holding a bloody knife.
Why am I holding a bloody knife? Why am I here? I thought I was at school, why am I in this random room?
The clock is getting louder and louder. I feel like eyes are on me. What have I done? Why am I here? Why am I so nervous?
I see this small girl. I come to her. It's my friend but she looks pale and faint. She has blood on her. She looks at me and screams that I have hurt her.
What have I done? Why are my hands shaking? Why is this knife bloody?
I reach out for my friend to hug her, she turns into dust with the touch of her.
Where am I? What have I done? Why am I dizzy?
I wake up in a white room. A person comes in and says that I am in a mental hospital. I am confused.
Why am I here? What have I done? Why are my hands shaking? What is happening?
I am awoken by my dad. It was just a bad dream.
But I still have a question.
Why is the knife by my bed bloody?

I was gonna say you turned into Doctor Osborne, but it was a dream
Maybe it was a sleep-genocide or suicide attempt ;-;

it is a suicide

ahh

=)

its f**king ketchup, smh

your question mark key is worn tf out

It's not

not the pickles

good stroy, but why is there so much questions

why not?

i mean it doesnt make the story feel scary, out some more events not questions

It's not suppose to be scary it's srs