TW: Self-harm, panic attack, vomiting
~Onyx's POV~
Shit, they looked angry. Oh I fucked up. Why would you tell your friends something like this, you shouldn't worry your friends like this. Why?! I cursed myself the entire walk to my room. I reached the door to the hall and basically ran to my room once it closed behind me. Tears were running down my face.
I threw open the door to my room. I walked in and slammed it behind me. I stopped in front of my mirror. Why did I do it? Why would I tell them, how could I be that inconsiderate? Fuck you, fuck you for telling them. They only care because they hate him and want him gone, they would never care about you. I started crying harder, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. I crumpled to the floor, sobbing.
"Pathetic," I screamed at myself, "Why would you tell them? Are you trying to get them hurt?"
I started shaking and my eyes went blurry. My heart started beating faster and my body couldn't decide between being hot or cold. It's all your fault, echoed through my mind continuously. I felt my mouth go dry as my chest tightened and nausea started to set in. I stood, shaking and stumbled towards the door. It's all your fault.
As I struggled down the hall, my head spinning, i passed someone. I reached the bathroom and closed the door behind me, locking it. It's all your fault. My stomach was churning and threatening to explode all over the floor if I didn't move to the toilet. I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet gripping the sides as I retched up the alcohol and small amount of food I had eaten earlier. It's all your fault.
I coughed and fell back tears starting to run down my face again. It's all your fault. The toilet flushed automatically as I stood up to wash my hands, still sobbing. I unlocked the door and left, seeing the someone standing in the hall. The shadowed figure moved towards me, reaching out. All your fault
Don't be afraid it hissed almost like it was in my head, Onyx~ Onyx!
"Onyx!" Someone cried out trying to get my attention, "Hey are you ok?"
The shadow melted, replaced by a medium sized girl with fern green eyes. Aria. She had blond hair with light green highlights. Her pale skin was streaked with the swirling marks of a Floran. A Floran is a person or creature that can manipulate plants to her will. Her concerned eyes were streaked with pine green. She was shaking me, trying to get me to snap out of whatever trance I must have been in.
"Are you ok?" she stopped shaking me, "What happened, you like froze and stared straight forward like you had seen something."
She turned around like she expected to see something, giving me a confused/ concerned look when she turned back.
"I-," I responded staring down the hall, "It was just there, I saw it. It was calling out to me."
I stumbled forward confused and terrified. I spun in a circle, looking for the shadow figure. Where did it go? Where the fuck did it go? Was it a demon, why would it be after me? What was going on? I whimpered hugging myself and staring to shake harder.
"Hey, whatever it was, its gone now," Aria said putting her hand on my shoulder, "It can't hurt you." She gave me a reassuring smile and hugged me. I relaxed, still crying and shaking, into her arms. I got myself together and pulled away, wiping my eyes.
"Thank you, Aria," I said, "I'm fine, I'm sorry for bothering you."
"You weren't bothering me, the party's about over anyway. Are you sure you're ok, you still seem troubled."
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The golden
FantasíaA 21 year old girl is a gladiator forced into a new home at 7 and forced into the arena at 14. She must use the help of an opponent to overthrow their abusive government/King. I'm sorry if this is cringy 😅 It's my first time writing a story Note:...