Marionette and the Blue Demon (Rewritten)

Chapter 21 Nightmare Called Life

-if you know..... You know if you don't... Then you don't-

(This Chapter contains self-harm, PTSD, and thoughts of suicide. Viewer discretion is advised)

-Airmed-

All I could do was whimper. I felt like I couldn't breathe, even though I could feel a breeze blowing on me with the wind. I covered my mouth and coughed once more. Red blood spurts out, between my fingers.

My eyes slam shut from the pain. "Fuck! It works faster on you!" I could hear Dabi cursing and pleading but I couldn't even respond.

I felt like my tongue was heavy and thick. I was unable to move, nor speak. I tried to pry my eyes open, but even that wasn't working.

The world around me became muffled. My body started to become numb and then what seemed like a reel in my head was like a movie of my never-ending nightmare.

My head started to pound and I tried to kick my feet to make me swim upwards, but my body was unresponsive.

I reached out my arm thinking that maybe someone would grab me, but as slowly my arm reached out, my vision turned dark and it felt like everything was lost. I saw what one would say my life flash before my eyes.

"Wow Airmed, you can't do anything right, can you?" A younger version of me stood there looking down at the ground. My stepmother told me to do laundry, without showing me how to do it.

This was my first time doing it and I put in my favorite cyan color hoodie and turned everything blue. "Don't you dare ever touch the clothes again?"  I quickly ran away and hid in my room.

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"Heh, no wonder why you don't have any friends? You should just kill yourself and die." An anonymous phone call out of my cellphone. I knew it was my sister. I just hung up and kept my eyes on the ceiling, throwing my arm down on the bed with the phone.

I was ringing again, "private number" I answered it. "Serena stop I know it's you!" My voice was cracked. I could feel tears brimming my water line. I could hear her and her friend giggling in the background. I hung up again. It rang again.

"Just go die already, no one is gonna believe you!"  That time she hung up. I covered my face up and screamed into my hands, as tears rolled off and down into my hair. I got up and went into the bathroom. I was done I hated my life. I was only 16, no one wanted me. Hell, I didn't want me. 

I stared in the mirror. My Chestnut brown hair brushed my mid-back. My red-shot blue eyes glittered with the sunlight sparking through the window. I was ready. "I guess I'll leave a pretty corpse" I looked around and saw my shaving razor. Granted it wouldn't have done much to me. But I need to feel something to remind myself I am still alive.

I grabbed it breaking the razors out and took one of them. I sat on the open toilet. Slowly, a shallow breath was released, and I held my breath as the metal raked my inner thigh. Once I felt the warm pool trickle down and dripped into the toilet the held air was released. I took in another shaky inhale as I did it once more. I kept this up, cutting at least a dozen times.

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"God, you're so stupid Air!"  My boyfriend at the time screamed at me. My body curled up trying to become small under his gaze. "I wouldn't be dating you if you were fucking pretty now get it in your head!"

But in my mind I was jealous. He kept eyeing other girls and I tried to dress how he liked on though girls. All I wanted was his attention. "But you told me to dress like the Korean street fashion. And now you're telling me it doesn't look right on me?" I whimpered out.

"No, it doesn't!"

I was about to start crying. "But you said you'll leave me if I didn't stop dressing like a Rugrat!" I finally broke and started crying.

"Well, you need to figure out something else." After that, he left me alone. Whenever he wanted to break up with me he broke up with me. This was the 3rd time he did this to me in a week.

I ran to the bathroom. The box cutter on the washer was calling my name. I grabbed it and make it open. The clicking noise made my lips curl up and I started to laugh hysterically. I moved my hand back and forth watching as the metal reflect from the mirror lights.

My breath hitched in my chest. I was ready to lock the door and watch as the red liquid trace my legs just like how I was younger. But something in me just told me not to.

I heard my boyfriend bang on the bathroom door. " You'll never be what I want. Sure you got a pretty face but you nothing but a pushover and stepping stool. Learn to fucking grow up Airmed!" I could hear his footsteps leave with the front door slamming shut.

I looked at the box cutter. I brought it closer to my face. " It's just a face, right? Nobody would even care about my face.....right?" I was starting to lose control.  Tears rolled off like a waterfall. I sniffed hard before spamming the cutter on the counter. My body felt weak and I fell to the floor sobbing.

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-Dabi-

I ran back to the city with Airmed in my arms. It felt like she stopped breathing on me and I didn't know what to do.

We were in the red light district but didn't even matter. There was no hospital around unless I do a back alleyway deal or something.

I wasn't sure what to do. But my body started running down the alleyways and made it into the pit. I knew the ins and outs of this place, so I was able to sneak by.

But there was a voice that rang out calling for a Reiki. I ignored it until I felt a girl grab me.

With one red and one yellow eye, she was glued on to Airmed. Her blue hair was down and framed her face.

Her golden brown skin hands reached for Airmed. I quickly moved away from her. I knew it was one of the girls from the apartments.

Her eyes became wide and then narrowed. "What happened!?" She's demanded. She tried to get close again but I stepped back to keep her at bay. "look creep what the fuck did you do to her!?"

"Nothing! Just help me!" The words sounded so foreign to me. Help me. Really? Did I step this low, asking for help?

At first, she was hesitant but then nodded. We both ran upstairs to Viper's old room.