"My hands are always shaking, body's always aching, and the dark is when I feed."
The possibilities this world can produce are limitless, falling into a void on whether to call something a "fantasy" or "reality". There's a fine line between spiritu...
WORD COUNT: 5.8K TW: monsters, medication misuse, nonconsensual cannibalism?, eating disorders, panic attack NOTE: This is where the original description starts to apply! We in the present now. My best friend made me drawing of (Y/N) and Luffy!! That's basically how I imagine (Y/N) but of course you can imagine whatever feels right. Luffy is so cute!!
"YOU EVER SEEN A LIFELESS CORPSE AND IT LOOKS LIKE YOU? I HAVE! IT AIN'T THAT COOL!"
— STEFAN THEV. | GHOULS! ZOMBIES! SKELETONS!
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'Good morning Ms. (L/N), I hope this reached you well. I'm reaching out to see how you're doing with your medication and being away at college. Your parents are wishing you well. I am writing to you to make sure you're taking your medication as instructed. I've sent a new 30-day prescription to the pharmacy on the corner of Syrup Village for whenever you run out. Remember to take one in the morning with food and one before bed. I've sent in another prescription for Trazodone to take as needed for insomnia. Please stay healthy, and if you need anything, contact my office at (666) 666 - 6666 or send a letter to 9999 White Oak Village St, North Blue, 34338.'
White and powdery to the touch--with a jagged edge despite being an oval shape. When placed on the tongue, it dissolved a little and left a bitter taste in everyone's mouth. Despite being a controlled substance, it was easy for (Y/N) to receive in her hometown as everyone knew her as the schizophrenic girl. Clozapine disintegrated when in contact with enough water, dissolving into nothing as it swirled down a whirlpool of blue.
A 'flush' resounded in the common's toilets, washing away every single doubt and pill (Y/N) carried with her to NWU.
She had poured everything along with that pill bottle. Every hallucination, every delusion, she poured it to spin and spin and spin out of her existence. Every moment she lived, it wasn't a hallucination. She wasn't delusional.
She wasn't crazy.
So, her dresser had been used to barricade the doors to her dorm room, thankful for the diagnosis only because it let her have her own room. She drew up the blinds to the window and forced a sheet to cover it some more, blocking any lurkers from seeing her shadow or anything that transpires in her room.
She refused to die here.
She refused to let those bloodthirsty citizens overtake her body and make her a headline on the news.
When she woke up in her room after passing out, she knew she wasn't safe. Whoever she saw feeding on that dead body carried her here. They know where she sleeps.
