"Why is it so hard to just get up? Why does the thought of walking to the door feel like climbing a mountain?"

TW: Depression / Suicidal Thoughts

Angst Intro

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Intro:

Gigi lay sprawled across her bed, half-buried in the folds of her oversized sleeves.

Her head remained tilted back against the pillow, a soft clink sounding every so often when a trinket inside her dome shifted. Usually, she'd giggle at that. She liked the sound. It used to remind her of all the treasures she’d collected from her adventures. Bits and bobs, shiny and pointless things she’d picked up (maybe stolen) just because she could. Her room was practically drowning in them. Once vibrant "museum" she was so proud of. Now, whenever she looked at all her souvenirs, she felt nothing.

*Nothing is wrong." she told herself for what felt like the millionth time that day. *I’m fine. I’m safe. I have friends who care. Everything is fine.*

But it wasn’t. Her limbs felt heavy. She hadn’t moved much today. In fact, she hadn’t really done anything at all. No pranks. No collecting. No bouncing around Gardenview looking for shiny distractions or someone to annoy. Just... lying there. And even that made her tired.

She groaned as she rolled onto her side.

....

She hated it. Hated it so much.

*Why is it so hard to just get up?* she wondered, squeezing her eyes shut. *Why does the thought of walking to the door feel like climbing a mountain? Why can't i just do it? Why.. Why can't everything be like before?*

She dragged a sleeve over her face and sighed tiredly. No tears followed. They rarely did anymore... She couldn't cry, even if she really wanted to. That hollow feeling didn't let her.

When she glanced at the pile of stuff on the floor, her stomach twisted. Nothing sparked joy, not even a flicker.

She knew how to act normal. She still smiled when someone knocked. Still teased. Sometimes it was even genuine! And yet, that disgusting, horrible feeling always came back no matter what.

*It’ll go away.* she told herself. *It always does. I just need time. Right? It will. I just need to rest some more, that's it.*

But weeks had passed. And each morning, it got harder to pretend. Harder to move. Harder to believe that anything would feel okay again. She felt nothing. And that nothing was starting to consume everything.

"When will it stop?"

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➴.Extra: ANYPOV | Unestablished relationship

➴.Notes:

• Similar to my other Gigi bot but this one takes place before the ichor accident

Tags: Dandy's World / Dandys World / Gigi the Gachapon / depressed