Criminals have feelings too |Komahina| ver. 1.2

XIV.

♡ Ticking

TW//
mentions of throwing up/almost throwing up, nightmare, traumatic event, my metaphors (not a true TW sorry), open wounds (nothing too awful)

a/n: if I anyhow broke the 4th wall... don't let this be the end of me lol!
this is the last chapter I'll release before I have to go on the vacation I didn't sign up for lmao :)

anyway, be aware of maybe too confusing metaphors!

italic → thoughts/voices in someone's head

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that night was as peaceful as it could possibly be. the weather was clear, not a single cloud on the sky. the moon was brightly reflecting the sun's light, making it seem like it shines on it's own.
a gentle wind was flying by, messing with the tree branches and grass.
in the town were just a few lights on, otherwise it was pretty dark.

despite the peacefulness of the night, some people were still awake, and among those people, was Hajime who couldn't fall asleep. he was laying in his bed, tossing around on the mattress. he kept thinking about what he just learnt that day, it kept bothering him.
once again he's decided to not mention this in front of Rantaro, because he'd start going on about Chiaki again and how much they need to reunite.

so there he was. laying restlessly on the bed, kicking off the covers and pulling them back on, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. it's been like that for almost three hours. there was absolutely no success, it was like the mattress wasn't good, but Hajime knew that it was his worries keeping him up.
he sat up and sighed. at times like this, he would usually go for a walk or just go on the balcony for a while to clear his mind, but going for a walk wasn't really the smartest idea.
after he put on a jacket, he went to his balcony. barefoot.

it was cold as shit.

but Hajime didn't mind. he wasn't really focused on the floor's temperature. he looked around at the neighborhood, seeing how peaceful and unproblematic, it was calmed him down a little. he sighed as he leaned onto the balcony railing.

his thoughts were going 100 miles per hour, each was different, more anxious than the one before. he let out a yawn which made a few tears water his eyes. that was slightly weird, you know, tearing up while yawning?

however, he continued to yawn for some reason, still leaning onto the railing. his tired eyes were looking on the ground under, seeking something strange that would wake him up. he felt tired.

"I need a break,"

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meanwhile, in the mansion, deep in the woods, everyone was asleep. now, you may ask why is that important? or what am I trying to say?
well, dear readers, I'm just about to tell you!

the albino too couldn't find a moment of peaceful sleep like other citizens of the city. he was tossing around on the bed, the covers got already kicked off of the bed, but the difference between his and Hajime's sleep issue was that he was indeed asleep.

the thing bothering him was nightmare.

yes, simple as that!

now, let us take a look at what could be bothering Nagito, alright?

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(the metaphors begin ahead)

ticking.

that was the only sound disturbing the dreadful silence.
there was something waiting in the darkness, out of the kid's hiddy hole. the kid knew exactly what it was, but a strong emotion was blocking it off from the kid's memory.

he couldn't remember?

why?

why could he not remember?

they've been through this scene, it happened every night.

EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

the low-paid actors were dissatisfied ever since the kid came around from the woman's uterus.
the actors didn't get paid anymore.
instead, they had to pay.
for the child, they've made.

the male actor was angry.
he was angry at the actress and the child.
his anger was boiling through his veins and even on the stage, he couldn't hold the anger.
the child was the cause of his anger, misery, everything.

the actress was alone... scared.
she was tired, mentally and physically.
the anger of the male actor was keeping her up.
she tried to calm down the kid, unsuccessfully.

the male actor raised his voice again.

the child was crying even more.

she shoo-ed the child away, telling him to hide and to not come out.

the child was afraid.
he was hiding in his closet, his skinny body fit perfectly into the small gap between two tall boxes.
his tears fell into the open cuts on his forearms, making them burn even more.

the child stopped crying, sobbing.
he went quiet.

the door opened with a slow creak.

the male actor entered the room.

he yelled something.

what did he yell?

what did he yell?

the closet was opened, harshly. it shook the whole box they call 'closet'.

the closet was trashed in the need to find the child... to satisfy the sadistic needs of the male actor.

the two tall boxes were shoved away...

...

...

oh no...

...

...

he got us.

...

...

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Nagito shot his eyes open, sitting up within a split second. his forehead was covered his sweat and his eyes were glassy and puffy from all the tears he unconsciously shattered.

ticking.

he looked at the door as if a person was about to enter any moment.

no one entered.

the identities of the characters in his nightmare were unknown, yet he felt like he known them ever since.

did he hurt them?

did we hurt them?

no...

he didn't hurt them.

he was panting, he was still horrified from the nightmare.

it felt like his stomach turned upside down.

woo! another familiar feeling, ain't that right?

he got up, took his phone and went to the bathroom quietly. the strong stomachache made him feel like he'd throw up at any time, so this was just a prevention.
he sat on the cold floor, his back and head leaning against the wall of tiles. he was scrolling on his phone, mainly checking social media.

around 4AM he gave up waiting for his stomach to finally force all the food from the day before out and went back to bed.

he kept himself awake, afraid he might return to the ticking nightmare.

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☁︎ sorry if the chapter was written differently/disturbingly/weirdly

☁︎ honestly, I really like the chapter :D
what about you?

☁︎ I hope you understood all the metaphors and if not, it all will be revealed

♡ XOXO

   - Author <3