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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Dark Dreams

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Dark Dreams

two chapters in one day. go me.

warning: feels?

Ellie

Staring at the walls lined with medication started to give me overwhelmingly dark urges. I frowned and scratched at my arm and swallowed awkwardly, trying to remove the thoughts from my mind.

My eyes, as they swam across the packets of pills, landed on that of painkillers. I chewed on my lip and grabbed a couple before turning back to Mark and handing them out to him.

"What're these for?" He asked, taking them into his hands.

I shrugged. "You're gonna have a killer headache if you're planning on drinking a lot."

"Of course," he chuckled. "What would I do without you?"

You'll find out soon.

I bit down on my lip, hard, before forcing a small smile. "I don't know."

You can't keep acting like I don't exist.

I sucked in a breath and told Mark that I'd wait for him outside. He shrugged in agreement and went to pay for the medication whilst I waited outside, my back leaning against the brick wall beside the store. I ran a hand over my face, a wave of tears creeping up on me. I shook my head and raked my hand through my hair.

I thought that it was all over. I thought that Snake had gone.

It could all be over if you took a good few painkillers, you know.

My eyes snapped open and stung with brewing tears. I breathed in hard, my chest expanding and hurting slightly as I held onto the air as if it was the last I would ever get of it. As soon as Mark appeared, I let out the breath and began walking home with him. I'm glad he hadn't noticed my little episode.

When we got home, I refused to communicate with Mark any further in fear that my tone of voice would give away my emotions. I would much rather that they just stayed tucked up inside - I'm not a big fan of attention.

I shut myself away in the bathroom for a while, and glanced across at my reflection in the mirror. I grabbed a makeup wipe and began removing the heavy line of makeup around my eye, dragging it down my cheek to watch as the dark colour corrupted my pale skin.

Wiping away all the remaining makeup, I decided to take a shower to help clear my mind of the dark thoughts. I stood idle underneath the rain of warm water, before it turned cold and left me shivering. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself and made my way to my wardrobe to change into something more comfortable.

Once I had changed, I sat on my bed and concentrated on the sound of my music playing through my earphones as a source of distraction from the voice clawing at the inside of my skull. It wasn't really working, though. You can't block out the sound of your inner monsters, no matter how hard you try.