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warnings : foul language , mentions of needles . . .
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A repetitive throbbing sensation pounded throughout Y/N's head, causing her to groan loudly in pain and discomfort. Thoughts in her head flew around, chaos arising. Her vision swam with every breath she took.
Clenching her fist tightly, she attempted to prop herself up, fluttering her eyes open. A hiss escaped her mouth, and she clenched her fist even tighter, cutting off blood circulation.
"F*cking h*ll..." She muttered, inhaling and exhaling slowly. The overwhelming feeling of sharp knives pressing into her head made her grimace.
Rolling her eyes, she cursed herself for falling asleep and hitting the floor.
Why can't I just stay awake? She thought, a feeling of frustration boiling in her mind. Why do I have to make contracts with this awful devil?
Remorse washed over her like a tsunami, drowning her in its unescapable grasp. The sound of muted voices screamed and pleaded for her, feeding off any attention.
But all this was the side affects of lack of sleep. Prominent eye bags were one of the uglier things on her physical appearance. On her emotional side was a much more unreasonable chaos in this world.
Hands grabbed for her sanity, her last speck of sense. Blood would fill her mouth, while the feeling of unbearable weight tested her eyelids, tearing and snapping at each blink.
The greedy fingers clawed, scratching the thoughts of manipulation, courtesy of the second demon she had made contract with. Though she mainly used the Sleep Devil, the Manipulation Demon was yet another weapon in her arsenal, waiting impatiently to be used.
For the contract between them (Manipulation Devil), she had to allow any sort of thoughts from the demon enter her head, twisting her reality into a false one. Most, if not all intrusive thoughts belonged to him, pleading for some sort of control over her weak mind.
This may have seemed harmless, but the ideas that would occasionally pop of in her head horrified her to the bone. Some would run along the lines to slaughter everyone, then herself. Others were to use bodies as a canvas for her next masterpiece. These were truly sickening, resulting in many nights of restless sleep and endless tears.
The contract with the Sleep Demon was took an even weighty toll on the poor girl. For every night of sleep she, her body would only receive 10% of it. Example, if she sleep 10 hours, her body would feel as if she only rested for one.
What made matters worse, was that she barely got in 5 hours of sleep, plus the unorthodox thoughts of the Manipulation Demon made the side effects so much worse.
Sighing, she heaved herself up, wincing at the sudden throb in her head, returning stronger than ever. The rotting feeling resided deeper than her soul, etching the permanent ink on the surface.
