𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘆𝗕𝗼𝘅 𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [2]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 [ 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 2 ]

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𝐓𝐖// 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄

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Adam's breaths flowed in a graceful manner, so slowly and so steadily. His eyes once again being dull and lifeless, losing the breathtaking shade of the color blue, now turning gray. The white marble walls sent a freezing sensation, the chills exploring every inch and curve of his spinal cord. His legs spread apart as he sat, back against the cold wall. Face blank, mind terrorized.

Sticky liquid of crimson red dripped onto the tiled floors like raindrops falling from the heavy thunderstorm clouds. It leaving trails along his lanky arm whose been covered with random openings that produced the exact same fluid. Big. Small. Long. Short. Deep. Shallow. Left. Right. All ever came out was the same red paint.

Punishment. That is what this is. A punishment.

He felt numb. The pain is undeniably present at that very moment. Yet he can't feel a single thing. It was as if all of his nerve endings has suddenly stopped working and couldn't send any signs of pain to his brain. All he feels is, nothing. No happiness, no sadness. No nothing.

Staring blankly at nothing, he didn't make a single move. He sat frozen still, listening to the sounds of the little tears of water dripping and tapping from the bathroom sink faucet. The noise is his now only source of relaxation and calmness. It became his only reminder that he is still there and has not wandered off or drifted away from his consciousness. The only thing able to help him regain his sanity. Those teenie-weenie, little taps.

The haunting voice of the same dark figure that once visited him in his sleep swirled around his mind. He can still feel its presence around him - supposedly inside of him. He can still hear it whispering the same two-word sentence it told him that night. Over and over and over again. It would not leave him alone no matter how hard he try. It was as if this monster lived within him, residing within his subconsciousness.

Could this be his inner demons calling for him? Instructing for him to go ahead and end it all? In some ways, he can feel that they are trying to help him escape from this prison. This cell that he was trapped in. This harsh reality of no one ever caring about him. They just wanted to help. They meant no harm.

Or was this just an evil spirit arose from the underworld? Sent from the devil himself to those who suffer. Telling those poor humans to believe to those what people say about them. Telling such lies. Telling them to give up their soul to the negative energy. To give in to the darkness.

One things for sure - the hopeless boy sitting on the floor alongside a spillage of red paint had no idea what their intentions and motives were. If they were good or evil. If they wanted to help or make things worse. He didn't know. He'll never know.

The atmosphere in the room he locked himself in has abruptly changed. The breeze felt cold, yet his body temperature rose. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, specific spots of his body getting moist, making a sweat stain on his gray hoodie.

His head swayed side to side as in his vision, it felt like the world has started to spin faster. Voices in his head spoke louder, kept saying the same sentence on repeat. The tapping and dripping on the sink faucet fastened, him being able to hear the droplets hitting the marble surface more clearer and more louder.

"It's all in my head. It's all in my head," he spoke with a hoarse voice, attempting to lift up both his arms to cover up his ears but failing miserably. The pain just now kicked in and he hissed, tears falling quickly.

His gaze landed on his bathroom's medicine cabinet when he looked up. One of the doors were hanging open, revealing his bottle of sleeping pills on the side where he always kept it.

He immediately took away his attention from that container as the voice once again whispered, 'do it'.

"No.. no. No, I will not do it! Leave me alone, I'm begging you!" He mutters out to the mysterious stranger living inside him. He grips on tightly to his clothing, scratching and clenching on it as he tried to fight back. From the voice. From the stranger. From the urge.

His eyes seemed to have minds of their own as it glances back up to the cabinet. Subconsciously getting up from his current position, he went back up on his feet. The sleeves of his shirt rolling down on their own, finally covering the horrendous cuts he has made under the figure's influence.

He took the bottle and looks down to stare at it. He is aware that there are still some of the pills left inside - lots of it, as heard from the noises being made when the container were moved.

He opens the lid by command of the voice, seeing those tiny little circles of medicines to help him sleep with ease - yet it never worked. Holding out his bloody hand, pouring 23 pills into his grasp. Once made sure the bottle is now empty, it effortlessly dropped down from his grip and onto the floor.

A tear slid down his cheek. Eyes focused on the pills, the urge now being stronger than ever. He stood there not doing anything, the two sides of his brain having an intense war within him. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know which decision to decide.

His hand where the white circles lay started to shake uncontrollably. Fear never felt this extreme, his anxiety has never risen up this high and this quick before. His body never trembled like how it did right now. He has never been this frightened.

The demons took advantage of the boy's horrified state, once again dominating over his subconsciousness. They controlled his every move, his every thoughts as if he were a clueless puppet attached to their string. They have gotten him wrapped around their finger, making it easy for them to force him into doing things without his full awareness.

Adam seemed mesmerized, his mind being completely blank as his hand slowly neared his mouth. His time running out with every centimeter being disclosed by his unconscious action.

3.

Don't do it.

2.

You can still change.

1.

You'll hurt those people who genuinely loves you.

0.

ADAM NO!

Without a single thought entering his mind, he shoves his palm into his mouth, swallowing all 23 sleeping pills at once.

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