Numb to the Feeling (Riven x OC)

I look like a fucking walking corpse

He treated her badly and she treated him worse. That first year had been hard, mostly for the fact that it had started so simply and gone so wrong so quickly, and the violence was physically exhausted and emotionally draining beyond what they were used to. Sky felt helpless, so did Stella, and as much as they tried, they simply couldn't stop it entirely. JJ and Riven were in their own little world, but it was one that burned. They filled themselves in a dystopian fantasy that they saw as heaven.

And every attempt to stop it had them only both convinced that it was them against everyone else, a concoction potentially lethal that isolated them and made them far more angry than either needed be.

The second year, Sky was in his own little hell. Stella had broken his heart over the summer and his best friend was being dragged into a game with a girl that knew exactly how to play. JJ knew how to present herself as weak easily, but she was anything but. If Riven had done something wrong, she could feign upset unlike anyone else, she could guilt and she could twist and pull, but so could he. Riven wasn't stupid, he knew how fucked up they both were, but at this point the question became more of what was worse.

Being together or apart? For surely it's better to bleed together than die out alone?

His fingers danced along her bare back whilst a cigarette dangled between his lips as she slept. She was tangled in sheets though her breasts were bare to him, not that it was much he thought about anymore. Everything was silent, a surprising adjustment to their usual behaviour. It'd often repeat, anger and sex, a vicious cycle so delicious that you couldn't rationally approach it anymore.

For where there was violence, there was bliss. And surely no one ever taught you that the two were to go together. Normally violence mixes with pain and utter agony and hopelessness. Not with ecstasy, desire and pure lust. So why did it mix so perfectly for them?

Why them?

Riven had so many questions in his head that he didn't know which to attempt at answering first. It made him incredibly angry to not know, his fingers retracting from her back as his fists clenched. He wanted to hit something. And honestly, her being next to him asleep didn't matter.

He hit the wall and all hell broke loose.

JJ wasn't a heavy sleeper, she never had been, so being awoken to a scream and something hitting against a surface, her eyes immediately opened. And she was pissed. Her first thought wasn't to see if he was okay, like it may have been for someone else. Rather she turned selfish and only thought of how rudely she'd been disrupted. It's like she didn't care for him, and the question became for how much longer she could convince herself that she did. They were both so unaware and numb to the reality of their situation, that the toxicity seeped into their flesh like poison.

"What the fuck?!"

And it all started again. The endless cycle, her getting up to stand and narrow her eyes at him, arms crossed and looking down. They were screaming, and she barely cared to cover herself up for the fury was stronger than any shame for her body.

As much as Riven admired her beauty and figure, his anger won over too and he couldn't focus.

This time Sky came in just as JJ had started hitting Riven's shoulder. The blonde knew they were physical. Of course he did. The bruises and scratches were enough to know, although it was sometimes hard to tell if it had been from physical violence or sex. At this point, it may as well have been both.

"Get the fuck out!" Riven shouted, though it didn't phase Sky. His best friend yelled at him a lot ever since her, and he hated how he somewhat resented her for it. Surely it wasn't just her doing, but Sky blamed her anyway, which was unfair but the reality of the situation. They were both villains in this twisted tale, yet the blonde would only see clear for one.