Brighter then the red sky. (Inanimate Insanity)

We're all dead in Devil Town

(⚠️WARNING⚠️ this chapter contains: mentions of depression, mentions of death)

??? pov

I shut the door as soon as I realized what I saw and it shocked me in way more ways then one. Obviously the fact that he was doing that shocked me but to be honest I didn't even know Blueberry was here.

I ran around the corner to the only person I could think of that could put me and possibly Blueberry into a better mental state: Candle. As I was rushing around to the elevator, I quickly lost my balance from a loss of control on my right side.

Yang had woken up and taken control of his side of our body. "Yin! Why are we running you idiot! It's too late for that!" Yang yelled at his rude awakening but I was too in shock to answer. I just kept on going to Candles room. 'Yin?' He asked me mentally. He was starting to get a bit concerned. 'I-I can't' I started to attempt but quickly stopped myself as we rounded the corner to Candles room.

I knocked as carefully as I could but I was too shaken up to do it calmly. I subconsciously was pounding on the door as hard as I could. From the inside of his mental bedroom, I could tell Yang was getting kinda scared.

I couldn't hear anything. I know that Candle and us haven't exactly talked all that much since the last season, and I wasn't sure she was going to come to the door after that realization, but I had to try and hope. On the other hand it had already been two minutes and I was still waiting at the door.

I thought about just opening the door but I didn't know if it was going to cause anything. I think Yang thought it was a good idea though because the next thing I know his hand has opened the door and we walked in. She wasn't even in there so it was all pointless.

As I started out the door, Yang stopped us and said "We aren't leaving this room until you tell me what happened." I was a bit shocked he was going this far to make sure everything was ok. It doesn't sound like much but for him, it's pretty far.

"Why do you care this much?" I asked. He seemed a bit confused at this but simply settled for "Whatever...". There was an awkward silence for a few minutes then all of a sudden Yang blurted out "I promise that I will help you with this ok? I just want you to trust me with this. Please?" I smiled at him mentally. "Thank you Yang." I replied. He smiled at me and said "Now let's get this over with.", and rolled his eyes playfully.

I took a deep breath, prepared myself, and began to sit down.

Blueberry's pov:

As I watched the black and white figure rush out, my only thought was 'Why come in here?' It's not like they were looking for me. Did the brothers get lost? Perhaps looking for Box? Then it hit me, the word that started my episode, it was sister.

Why was it sister? I knew it was trauma related. I also knew the trauma scarred me deeply, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I am starting to wonder if my Alzheimer is getting worse.

Sister... I had a sister. Had a sister? That doesn't sound right...or does it? Have a sister? Nope that's not it. So, I had a sister. Dead? Sounds close enough...is it right? Not 100% sure. Is it wrong? Maybe.

I took out my phone and opened my photos and scrolled to the top, looking through my oldest ones. One from 2006 of me and a Raspberry. That was her. A few more of 2006, 2007, 2008, yet only one of 2009. New Year's Day, early in the morning, was the last picture of my sister. If I recalled correctly we were twins. So remembering my birthday (July 24 2002), if my theory is correct, she died when we were 7 going on 8. I restarted the pictures and noticed a small pattern.

My pictures from New Year's Day 2009 and earlier, it seemed I was something I don't recall ever being able to call myself: Happy. But right after, it seemed about right when depression came to punch me in the gut. I was diagnosed with it a few years after so that could've been it I guess?

I still don't understand how it caused me permanent depression and practical loss of emotion. That's when I looked up, straight into the mirror and realized: I didn't feel sad exactly right now more as in...denial? Was that the word?

Were my depression and panic attacks gonna come back as soon as I remembered what gave me them in the first place?

So many questions and little to no answers. Was that it? Was her death simply the cause of my trauma? Sure it's horrible and all, but it's not like I saw some gruesome scene right?

As I started to stare back at the picture, I took notice of my left arm and wrist, I hadn't bandaged them up yet due to my loss in thought. It wouldn't hurt if I stopped thinking about this for a bit right? Right. I went into the bathroom to get some bandages from my usual spot when it struck me.

I was out. I hadn't cut in so long, ok maybe that's overstating it considering that it's only been like two weeks but whatever we don't talk about that, I completely forgot I was out. That means I had to go all the way down to the first floor bathroom to restock.

Great.
Now if anyone sees me, especially if it's Test Tube, I have a higher chance of anyone questioning the newly formed cuts on my arm. Don't you love screwing up? "I sure do..." I whispered to myself as I walked out the door and into the elevator.

😧1016 words...I'm keeping my standards🤭. I'm hoping to do at least 1001 words per chapter. So far, I'm living up to it😎