whispers. (angst)

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~3rd person pov~











"w̴̡̡̟͇̪̄̈́͘͠a̶͍̘͉̰͚̱͑͛̈̓̓̒̈́̕k̸̨̛͇̟̭̩̘͙̞̤̜̂́͘e̵̛̩̅͐̑̽̇̈́͌ ̴̨̮̪͕̼͍̖͖̲̯̈͗̎͊͆̈́̀͋͠ũ̷̘̲̤̲p̴̨̣̫̻̯͙̹̀͆̽"

















"w̴̡̡̟͇̪̄̈́͘͠a̶͍̘͉̰͚̱͑͛̈̓̓̒̈́̕k̸̨̛͇̟̭̩̘͙̞̤̜̂́͘e̵̛̩̅͐̑̽̇̈́͌ ̴̨̮̪͕̼͍̖͖̲̯̈͗̎͊͆̈́̀͋͠ũ̷̘̲̤̲p̴̨̣̫̻̯͙̹̀͆̽"



























"W̷̡̡͔̟̥͙̞͍͑̂̀̊͊̆̆͌̈̕A̷̢̛̮̙͖̘̹̻̭̝͉̽̋̆̿̋͑͘͝͝K̸̝̬̥̳̉͒̿̊Ë̴͓̗̘ ̴̢̡̧͇̞̻̞̰̹͍̓͂̏̾̎̕͠U̸̪͊̃̔̀̕͝P̵̢͚̝̠̘͕͇̳̏͂̍̅͌̿̓̋͊͠!"







the brunette shot up from his bed, "can't it end?" he thought, "stop. just leave me alone!" he pleaded quietly to himself.

he hasn't had a good sleep in about a week. the whispers kept him awake, alert, drained.

they got louder,

and louder,

and louder,

and louder.


it got so loud he would purposely hit his head on anything to try and shut them up.

every time he heard them he wanted to rip his ears off, peel at his skin, gouge his eyes out of their sockets.

anything,

to make the whispers go away.

some of them were so downright horrifying,



luring,










tempting.

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