Ibvs Oneshot: Solitary Confinement (Edward Angst-shot)

Solitary Confinement

Sooooo, this oneshot was inspired by _arty_boi, so thanks to them for giving me this idea XD

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How long had it been? Days, weeks, months, years?

Edward could barely stand, hobbling around on trembling legs through the void of white. He wasn't sure how long he had been walking for, but it felt like so long. Edward wasn't even sure how it happened, from driving on the road oh so casually, to suddenly being in white nothingness. No cars, no streets, no neighbourhood, nothing. He walked and walked, trying to find some kind of end, some kind of exit from this...place.

But there was nothing he could do, no amount of running, walking, hollering and calling had done him any good. Name after name he'd call, for Barry, for Desiree, for Chris, Drew, Nevin, hell even Isaac's name he screamed out. But nobody was there to answer him, nobody could hear him as he had hyperventilated at the realization, knowing no one was there to save him, to keep him company, to help him through it.

He had called for help until his voice had gone raw. But nobody came no matter how many times he called.

Now he could only wander aimlessly on stuttering legs, breath uneven and forced as the tear tracks on his face couldn't be any clearer. Edward didn't even notice when he had run out of tears to cry, jaw clenched as he sniffled and hiccuped from the sobbing mess he was before. He gripped at his hair, tugging and pulling as he tripped and stumbled over his own two feet. If anyone was there, they would have thought he had gone mad.

But at this point, he couldn't help but think the same, tearing at his hair in hopes that it was all just a dream that he'd wake up from eventually. But no matter how much stimulation he tried to create, all he'd do is weep quietly to himself.

Where was everyone? Where was he? What was happening, why did it happen to him?

Hours had passed, but was it really hours? For all Edward knew, it could have been decades. Why couldn't he grasp the time? So close yet so far, if he just had something to do, someone to be there for him to at least look at...But there was nothing. Nothing for a long time.

Edward's knees buckled, forcing him on them as he fell to the floor, or what should have been a floor. He couldn't tell what was the ceiling, maybe he had been walking on that ceiling and the floor was above him. He could have been on the wall for fuck's sake! Why was everything so difficult to understand now!?

The teen found himself falling back to curl into a ball, hiding his face in his knees as his shoulders shook, Edward trying to force away any more tears that might have finally returned. He couldn't cry anymore, he was the school king! Kings shouldn't cry, what would people think if they saw him like this?

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Oh who was he trying to kid? Nobody would be coming for him. No search parties, nobody to worry for him, no one to at least try and find him, nobody who'd cry over him. It was just him and him alone, the only one to wail as the tears flowed free once again. It was only him who rocked back and forth, trying with no avail to calm down as he cried hot tears of loneliness.

He'd take Barry's constant nagging, he'd take Dez's offers in weirdly satanic summonings, take being mocked and sassed by Isaac and insulted by Nevin. He'd take Chris' consistent memes and Drew's constant theories. He just wanted someone, anyone. He wanted to talk to someone, to listen to someone, to laugh and care and touch someone. He wasn't even that fond with touchy-feely bullshit, yet here he was, craving even the smallest fraction of physical contact. Just give him anyone, he didn't care if it was Isaac or even a serial killer, he just wanted this torture to end.