Consumed by Fear ☽ Donnie Darko x Original Character

Touch Aversion

trigger warning for insinuation of intox s/a

Colorful lights flew around the room, illuminating the walls and twinkling along with the music. The sounds of laughter and talking and music and footsteps were all muffled upon his ears, his mind quiet and tranquil, eyelids barely holding themselves open, and his body slumpt lazily on the sofa. A half empty glass bottle sat loosely in his grip. He enjoyed the empty feeling in his head, like all his constant worries and doubts were finally put on pause. He enjoyed the heaviness in his eyelids, how it felt like he was floating in the air though he was sat on the sofa, and how time seemed non-existent.

"Hey." A girl's voice came into earshot, and he looked up.

"Hey," He replied simply with a blink, looking her over. She was dressed in "scandalous" dark clothing, her dark hair up in a messy bun and a beer bottle in her hand.

"You good?" She smiled kindly, looking down at him, noticing his intoxicated state.

He swallowed and waved a hand. "I'm good," He reassured, sitting up straight, hoping to look more sober than he was.

"I think you should step outside, get some fresh air," She suggested, offering Evan a hand. He couldn't think straight, and he doubted he could walk straight, he didn't want to get up.

"I'm okay, seriously," He slurred and waved her hand away.

She firmly grabbed his wrist, intertwining their fingers despite Evan's protest. His lips parted, surprised. He was already shocked a girl was even speaking to him, now she was pulling him up to his feet and dragging him through the dancing crowd and through a glass sliding door. He immediately dropped into a sitting position on the ground, his head pounding as a result of getting up and moving too fast.

"Why'd you have to do that?" He whined and buried his face in his hands as she pulled the door shut, the bustling party noises cutting off and the songs of crickets and frogs coming into play. The stranger sat down next to him, their knees slightly touching.

"You're too fucked up." She chuckled, placing a gentle hand on his thigh.

He brushed her hand away. "I'm fine, I can handle myself. Who are you anyway?" His eyes landed on her pretty face, her blue eyes shining under the porch light. She opened her mouth and moved her lips, but nothing came out. It was weird, he didn't recall taking any psychedelics. His head tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed.

"Sorry?"

She moved her lips once again, yet only what sounded like tv static flooded his ears. It seemed like time skipped as his hands were suddenly covering his ringing ears, his head buried in his knees. A cold touch like the barrel of a gun tapped against his shoulder and he jumped, meeting the girl's eyes once again.

"Maybe I should walk you home-"

"No. No way." He became defensive, profusely shaking his head as he pulled himself up to his feet in a panic. No way was he going home tonight. It was true he couldn't think straight, but if there was one thing he knew for a fact it was that.

"I think we should leave," She pressed, now rising to her feet and placing a hand on his shoulder. His heart skipped a beat, dark images of metal, blood, and bruises flashing before his eyes, and he stepped back. He didn't understand what was happening, he'd never experienced anything like this before, it was like her presence triggered something in him.

"I think you should leave." He huffed, almost breathless as his heart pace quickened. She didn't back off, instead her hand only traveled down his arm, wrapping her fingers around the boney thing, and pulled him flesh against her. He stumbled into her, her lips pressed against his ear.