NUMB (Adler x bell)

11.

"Hey" it seemed like his piercing eyes looked right through you, and right into your thoughts, when he wasn't wearing his usual sunglasses. It made you feel a little bit nervous and jittery.

"Adler... What- uh, brings you by at this hour" you looked up to him, not because you admire him but because you are short.

"Miss me" he spoke in a dark tone and wore a sickly charming smile, you realize, it's not him making your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. 

"No... " a whisper, you weren't answering him, you were just in a state of denial, either way you wouldnt miss him, tormenting you for the years you had been alone. Not like it wasn't your fault, it being your mind and all. Although maybe it was better you hadn't been, maybe it was some sort of coping mechanism for everything you had been put through. Your shattered mind attempting to pick up the pieces of what's left, and make some sort of sense in your decayed world. 

"That's rude" the long lost hallucination of a man you might say you once did look up to, was back.

He basically pushed past you and you shut the door, turning to him.

"You can't be here....I got rid of you. " you pointed at the old friend and knitted your eyebrows out of frustration.

You were forced to watch as he made himself comfortable on the bed in this barren room

"Is that so? " he looked at you with an eyebrow raised

"Why are you here! I can't deal with this shit right now, Do you know how much this will fuck me over if anyone finds out you exist? " in your mind when the real one came back, this one should have gone away. That's how it works right? 

For 3 years he's just been there annoying the shit out of you. Being a constant reminder that you could be so weak minded. The fact that he had decided to show up now of all times made you feel even worse, it made you feel like you couldn't even handle the simplest of tragedies without completely falling apart. It made you feel like a mental patient, and if they find out you'd go straight to a psych ward.

"You blame this on me? I'm all in your head dear, or did you forget that. " he chuckles at the stupidity you so clearly put yourself through "you wanna know why I'm here.. Maybe you should ask me, or... Her. "

'Why would she have anything to do with this? ' after looking at the ground for a moment, you move your gaze back to where he was stationed just to realize, he was gone.

"That's fucking great, I'm losing it... " your body and mind ached. Just one drink could make this all better. Or so that's what you told yourself. Being so lonely and miserable, it seemed to not be worth it. You felt as if the people in these walls agreed. Your mind plays tricks on you now, you'll have to live with that. Can't even trust yourself.

You Groggily carried your weakened body over to the bed, right where he had disappeared. The night became slow but you never actually seemed to drift off. Its as if you had just left your body and were looking down upon this pathetic excuse of a person you had been forced to live with all these years.

For the next hours going into the night, you laid there, staring off into the off-white popcorn ceiling unable to drift away. Not that it was anything significant or unusual, when you were sober you had to live with your thoughts. Everything seemed to come crashing down on you, all at once. Sometimes it was to much, but there was always people with you talking you out of making mistakes. That's how it started. To avoid any non undoable action you just drank until you blacked out. Tonight you just wished 100 times over you could get even a minute of sleep in. Unfortunately the stars weren't too forgiving on you, so you just laid there in demise till the sun came up.