TW: MENTIONS OF R4P3, 4BUS3, K1DN4PP1NG, TR4UM4, BL00D
A few years into the future, Firey thinks about the past. And then some.
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If you asked Firey what he thought about Pin when he first got the island, you'd find that he didn't want to talk anymore.
if you asked after he gave the island to Leafy out of guilt, you'd get the same response.
If you asked him now, he wouldn't answer.. but sometimes, you'd get this.
"I don't know."
Why?
Because he didn't know her, he knew the feeling of a knife digging into his skin, and how she switched to a duller one that didn't cut cleanly just so it'd hurt more. He knew the cold air and dust that covered him. He knew silence that made the slightest noise sound too loud. He knew a bowl of water that she thought was good enough. He knew sickness, infected wounds that never stopped hurting. He knew the insults. He knew the lack of self-worth. He knew an inability to take kindness. He knew breaking down because of sharp things and silence and the dark and even the slightest of blood because it was just too similar. He knew never speaking because it made her angry even though she was dead. He knew fear.
Only fear.
Maybe anger.
Anger because it wasn't fair. Anger because he needed glasses to do anything and even then things felt blurry. Anger because of the pain that he still felt on his back from the old injuries. Anger because not even recovery could truly fix him. Anger because his own flame feels too bright sometimes. Anger because he can't enjoy the things he used to. Anger because even counting up made him scared. Anger because the tiniest things forced him to remember. Anger because some days he can feel the knife. Anger because he was only 16. Anger because she killed herself before she could go to jail. Anger because he's 27 and yet he still feels 16. Anger because her memory forever traps him in that basement. Anger because nobody believed him. Anger because now nobody knew who Firey was outside a pitiful victim. Anger because some days he didn't feel like he was even there. Anger because he should be able to watch baseball without thinking about it. Anger because he doesn't feel safe in the dark even with his flame. Anger because she made him feel selfish and it won't go away. Anger because she made him angry at the people he cared for. Anger because the silence scared him but too much noise reminded him of the shouting. Anger because he can't even sleep to escape his misery. Anger because he always watches back because a tall silhouette of Pin is always lurking and it's not real. Angry because dream island, the thing he'd worked years for, became the place of nightmares. Angry because she mare everyone pity him. Anger because she ruined him.
And he can never, ever, fix it.
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"Firey? Hello?" Coiny asks, waving a hand in front of his face.
(His ex-enemy.)
(Ever since he heard what Pin had done, he felt bad about how he treated him and tried to help him recover.)
(Basically, just stupid pity.)
(He hates the pity.)
"What? What do you want?" Firey snaps.
"You were spacing out again." Coiny informs him, not flinching at Firey's hostility. "Also it's your turn." He points at the game.
(Uno, they were playing Uno.)
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Yandere Pin Au: Love
FanfictionTW: N0N-C0N/ R4P3, 4BUS3, S3XU4L TH3M35, 0BS3551VE BEHAVIORS, BL00D/G0RE, TR4UM4 THIS INCLUDES THE DESCRIPTION AND TAGS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! (THIS IS AN OLD FIC FROM 2022 IM JUST REUPLOADING EVERYTHING B4 I LEAVE) ----- Pin loves her. She loves he...