The Cabin | D.M 18+

F I F T Y - T W O

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- DRACO -

A heap of iced water stuns my skin as it drenches away the torture.

The hard slap of it on my face is a punch to my cheeks and I'm unable to gasp. Instead my teeth chatter and as though it were my own punishment, I stick the entirety of my head beneath the tap where some droplets reach the base of my neck.

Winds outside shriek with the heaviness of the rain and I can only hope that Fulgur has salvaged some warmth or dryness beneath the umbrellas of the hairless trees. Although I knew he enjoyed the rain, the substantial bipolar changes, it didn't sit right with me.

My entire head rings. Numb from everything and its surrounding movements.

The tears joined the cold streaks of tap water.

Too much hurt. I didn't know where to direct my anger. How to hold it in. Everywhere it was, consuming me in an embrace I did not consent to.

It touched my skin with its claws, gripping me and pulling me down in the darkness of sorrow and regret.

Belle had been outside for an hour.

No one at first had bothered me as I briefly exited the basement to the bathroom. It seemed as though she hadn't become the only person who didn't want to talk to me. I couldn't blame them in the slightest.

If I had treated anyone that way, I would've left too.

The basement held too much turmoil. Too many memories of us both and I couldn't hold it in without following through a few crunches to my bleeding knuckles.

Everyone around me had someone. It had always been the way. Whether it was from the start of their lives and the very moment they took their first breath or the very end when they gasped their last.

Even the elders who lived by themselves. They weren't truly alone.

Angels sat beside them. Watching over their shoulders alongside the moon and stars. Guiding them through to the good. Telling them of future adventures.

Yet I was no man deserving of worshipness. Dark waters caved me instead.

Earth would've fully rotated at the speed it took me to lift my head. In the mirror I notice the person with no name of belonging.

People called me Draco. They called me Ghost. A monster or a saviour. But only one person called me love. Only one called me theirs. And I threw it back in her face.

Of course I regretted it. Tremendously. With every inch of my bones and flesh. Howbeit, if I had come to come by her now to apologise, she would do nothing short of shoving the cleaver I gifted her in my neck.

I knew she would. Because it'd be the same I would've done. It was one thing that made me so proud; that she could hold her own if someone did her wrong. But it wasn't the fondness I wanted when it had been me on the end of the brute.

Singular water droplets danced down the alabesters of my ashy skin. Into the crevices of my sunken grey eyes, down the curvatures of my button nose and chewed lips.

Everything else drained out, I felt my heart wintle in guilt.

A soft knock came to the bathroom door, causing me to drop my head back down into the water, an obnoxious growl punches through my throat.