"Love is driving me a bit Insane" -Laufey [This chapter has violence!]

Lightbulbs POV:

I get up from my- Painty's bed and sit on the side. I lift my arm to feel my head, it's all bandaged up, a huge gap where glass used to be welded together. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I seem to have a new... point of view. It's pathetic how they really think bandages are going to help. I'm a glass object, bandaging broken glass won't do jack shit. Those idiots. I look at the digital clock in the corner of the room.

Midnight. Everyone is asleep. I groan and jump onto the floor. I hit my head again with a soft bump but I get up after a second.

"Mrmph... Lighty? LIGHTY!" Fan tosses the covers aside and goes over to help me up, he grabs my arm and I throw him against his bed. What was he thinking? I hear his fragile wood hit the bed with a loud crack. He falls down ontp the floor with a groan of pain. "Ow! Lighty?" He feels his paper and looks up at me. He's so small, I could probably rip him in half so easy. I grab his arm and hold it tight, making him do small whimpers of pain.

"DON'T call me Lighty." I let go of him. I snort and brush off my arms. He probably got his weird ass nerd germs on me. Disgusting.

I scoff at his weary state, still somehow half asleep. I walk away from him and open the dark hallway door.

I walk through the hall crossing my arms instinctively. Paintbrush is off some where else, but I know they'll come back for me. They love me, don't they? They promised.

I stumble down the dark hall, leading to the long stairs down to the lobby. It's pretty chilly at night and there's a very soft breeze- inside the hotel? It was.. It is very disturbing. But welcoming at the same time.

I slowly put my hand on the rail of the stairs and move down. Step by step. The lobby was empty, dull and empty. I walk impulsivly to the kitchen and walk to the sink where I stand there. The kitchen utensils laying there, organized. The look down at the sink. I look down for while and cough. The room gets darker and I can't sense anything.

I wake vaigely, still standing. I look down at the sink once more. Dried vomit. Did I blackout or did I just cut something from my memorie. Did it just happen or has it happened. I look back at the now fresh vomit and wipe some from my face. Shit what's wrong with me.

*step, step, step* I scan the counter and find a small knife, and lower it to my legs, I slit my skin and look back at the fresh cuts on my legs. It can work. I hear the steps come closer as I grip the knife in my hand.

*click* The lights are turned on and I flinch.

"Lightbulb? What are you doing? I heard someone, coughing up, something... " I hide the knife, it's only paper, and ask quietly

"Paper, can I ask you something?" Paper starts to walk closer, up to the table set up. I turn around and hold his hands up with mine. (The knife went to the backrooms for now) "You know plenty about love, what do you do when you lose your, deeply, loved one?" I stare at him with hollow eyes.

He looks down at my glare. "I guess, It'd be, really hard for me, and I would greatly mourn him, but then I'd remember him, I would never let his memory fade or disappear. I'd make sure I'd make sure to carry on his legacy! Or something like that... Why are you asking this Lightbulb?" Him. He's talking about the lover as OJ. How cute.

"That's nice." I grip his hands and yank them outwards, opposite side from each other. I can hear his scream of realization followed by the pain of his paper body being brutally ripped in half, letting out a loud ripping sound. (Knife is back somehow.) I toss the knife aside, I have no use for it anymore.

I stare at his body... Body's? It's just, laying there. "he.. he he." I start to giggle for some reason, but it quickly escalated. I start to laugh histaricly and grab his paper and start to rip him into smaller and smaller shreads. Now cackling like a lunatic, I spread his paper everywhere as I rip the smaller shreads. I dance around as the small paper pieces fly down like snow.

"HAH AHAH HA HA AHAHHAG!" I start to cry as I lay down in the paper, there are 4 large pieces where his limbs are attached. I rip one arm off and keep the paper it was attached to. I grab a cheap plastic bag off of the shelf and start to sweep everything into the bag. I walk outside and go to a small wood area and dump the limb pieces and toss some leaves on them. I skip away, holding the bag like a basket in front me.

I walk past the kitchen and turn off the light, there are some small blood leaks where the paper bleed but that's okay. I walk upstairs and into my own room this time. I place the paper on my desk and turn on my lamp.

I cut some pieces smaller and glue them together on my sketchbook. I grab a larger piece and start to write my diary entry.

"Hey! So... Haven't rly wrote in a while!!! Ouch!!! Erm... So Painty and I totally, like, made out and kissed and it was like, rly hot. We said we might/could be togeyher but idk if we dating or no.... Erm yeah. I called them babe in front of Fan!!! How embarrassing. I played it off as a nickname tho. Anyways, I may or may not be going bonkers!!! I never knew I needed them so much☺❤ They left for some stupid concert instead of staying with me!!! And they didn't tell me. How rude. I have new cuts on my legs now 😔 ikr? I should like, rly stop.... That's what they be telling me... ANYWAYS!!!! I'mma just stop taking pills lowkey. Tonight was fun! 😋 bye bye goober!"

I end the entry and glue it to my diary.

Baxter steps on the lamp, turning it off. "Oh you silly, your right, I should go to bed." I jump into bed, wait. My bandages fell off. Oh well, it's not like I need them. I feel my sharp forehead and laugh.

I really am going crazy.

/Silly -Willow