Play Thing [Coraline+Insane!Reader]

18 Insatiable 18

Firmness surrounded you as your body went cold, light shining like strings weaved together by the Sun. You could hear the wind enter your ears, the sound of a high-pitched whistling through what seemed to be an open window, echoing along the walls of the room you were in. With your mouth a gape you lifted your head off of your uncased pillow.

This,
it upset you to an extreme degree.

Why were you here? You were not supposed to be here right now. Right now you were supposed to be stepping through the threshold of Coraline's home in order to strike a deal with your mother, but you couldn't even get that far before waking up.

You felt like your room was spinning, but that could have been because your room wasn't how it was supposed to be. You wouldn't say your room was perfect in terms of cleanliness, but it was quite obvious that somebody was going through your things. Your bed was completely crooked, not to mention moved to the other side of the room, revealing all of the things you had underneath it.

You didn't have many places to put any of your items around your room so originally you opted for putting things under your bed. Not only did it make a giant mess that was not so cleverly hidden, but it made it more obvious that your bed had been moved since everything underneath was now exposed.

You barely had drawers and your table was always filled with things since it was where most of your food was placed.

Old homework scattered the floor, both done and unfinished. Tests, report cards, insects-both dead and alive. Pill containers, empty only because the contents were then spilled onto the floor. You got up and slowly began picking up the papers and other miscellaneous items, shaking to rid them of any dirt or dried mud.

Your grades were relatively average, some A's, and occasional D's. Report cards were also average if it wasn't for the fact that there was a little note written on the bottom complaining about your behavior.

'Attempted to eat rat live while transitioning through hallways'

it was not merely an attempt, you succeeded and then threw it up and watched it run away.

You put down the papers and walked to your door. it locks from the outside in multiple ways so even if you were to break one locking mechanism you would still have five more to get through before the door opened. You jiggled the handle to check if it was locked as usual, which was correct. With nothing else to do you lay on the floor with hopes of trying to fall back asleep. You weren't tired in the slightest but if you could somehow force yourself to sleep any way you would be able to go back and finish what you started.

It was oddly silent at the moment. It always was quiet, maybe the TV downstairs would run and you'd listen in but it was never dead silent unless it was the middle of the night. It was dark outside but it wasn't dark enough to be bedtime, so you couldn't quite understand the reason behind the silence. It shouldn't have intrigued you as much as it did. Already you were tired of the crap you had to go through. worrying about silence wasn't going to help you go to sleep any faster than how your medication would.

With your eyes shut you took a deep breath in and out. It was calming, soothing even. Minus the air being knocked out of you, it felt the same as laying down after jumping out of your window.

You remembered the machete in the shed outside, your hunting buddy, the black cat. He had no name but he didn't seem to need one. Cats can tell apart other cats just fine without names. As you let your mind continue to wander you could feel a spider crawl on your arm. You didn't try to look at it or even try to swat it away since you were so focused on trying to sleep. Even still, you knew it was there since you could feel it brush against your arm hairs with its nimble legs. The more you try to focus away from it the harder it was to ignore. It didn't do anything at first and was crawling down from your arm to your wrist, but as it got closer you started to feel uncomfortable. It had traveled down beneath your glove and clung all eight of its legs to the joint on your hand.

It felt like it was clawing at your skin, digging all of its legs under your epidermis, scratching you similarly like scissors and cloth. You shot up, ripping your rubber glove off so hard it made a thud against the wall before falling onto the pile of things strewn along the floor. In one swift motion, you smacked your arm, hearing the spider's abdomen pop against your wrist.

You couldn't sleep, everything around you is so distracting.

You wiped the juices from the spider onto your clothes sitting up right from where you once lay. This path of action is not going to work, you're going to need something different. You grabbed onto your head one hand gloved, the other wholly bare but both clawing at your brain to get it to do something.

You wanted to go back to your mother, your other mother, the better mother. You wanted to feel like you were wanted in the household you never asked to be in. Saying it like that made it seem like these things could correlate but you knew after what you just saw you couldn't let the beings there exist. By no means were you a perfectionist but pushing aside how you felt about the situation you knew it had to be too good to be true.

The cracks were already seeping though, and for more than fun, you wanted to exploit them.

Your fingers trailed on the floor feeling sticky from having been in your glove. They traveled and explored the pile of trash from beneath your now sitting figure, following and picking up some of the colorful and some of the Bland solid concoctions. The majority of your medication were antipsychotics but not all of it had to do with Mania or being generally 'Moody'. Some were for your more physical ailments such as your migraines, seizures, and other such nonsense.

You decadently pick up one of the pills from the floor and began to examine it. It was purple and relatively round, as most medicines tend to be. It smelled of artificial grape and the smell alone made you feel drowsy.

...

You never thought it would have to come to this. The world, falling onto something in between your fingertips; your world. The thought alone made your hair stand up as the ends of your lips touched your ears. You scrambled through the pile looking for what you would need. You did so with ease parting your teeth and turning the melatonin into dust between your not-so-white ivories.
School taught you that chemical reactions happen faster in powder form due to greater surface area for the reaction.
Well, school alone didn't teach you that, your mother crushes medicine constantly to mix into your water and food, so you also learned it from her.
Surface area wasn't the only way to increase the speed of a reaction, quantity.

You jerked your hand towards more things in the pile and started shoving each one down your throat. The flavor coaxed your tongue both physically and metaphorically being bittersweet. It wasn't long before you began choking on more than your pride. You coughed repeatedly until something shot out from the cavity on your face. You couldn't see exactly what it was because as soon as you went to look, it scurried away.