- Black Hole is a God from the stars, Tree is a simple man working at a flower shop. Shenanigans ensue. - !!THIS IS MY ART!!
!!YALL THIS STORY IS HUMANIZED! H U M A N I Z E D! NO OBJECT HEADS, NO OBJECT ANATOMY, STRAIGHT FLESHY HUMAN!!
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Everyday, Cherry Jr. draws, Tree paints or makes pottery. They help, they clean up the house. Tree helps Cherry Jr. learn how to read.
I sit idle, watching.
They speak to me at times, everyday. Asking me how I've been, if I was okay. I lie.
I lie to them.
I do not get it. Sometimes I am fine, one moment we are all laughing. The next I want to end it all, to go to sleep and never wake up. I can't do anything, I can't stop it. I do not understand, why me? Why can I never be happy?
The days pass, I watch as Cherry Jr. becomes more comfortable around us. I spend nights in their room, making sure they fall asleep before I go to sleep myself.
Sitting on their floor. Thinking. Thinking about my flaws, my imperfections, my downfalls.
I don't understand. How can they be so happy? Why am I not happy? I have everything...my lover loves me, my kid loves me.
Why can I not love myself?
Eating is impossible, I hadn't eaten for weeks. Sure...I need to eat. But why would I? Other people need that food more than me. I'm used to it anyways, I never got any food when I was with my...'family'.
I feel my mind crumble, not being able to comprehend what happens around me. When I try to help, I end up making things worse. They are better off without me.
I see Cherry Jr.'s mood drop everyday. Everyday, while they get more comfortable, they get more and more depressed.
Where did I go wrong?
What am I? What the hell am I? A god? Of course not. A good person? No.
A monster?
...
Why does Tree love me?
What do they see in me? Why do they always feel the need to try and make things right? Why are they so kind? It's funny. The one person who loved me when no one else did...the one who made me feel welcome.
So many questions...do bad I won't be around to have them answered.
Why? This is so sudden, I felt fine a few moments ago...I wanted to live a few moments ago. How can it all come crumbling down so quickly while I am powerless to stop it?
I'm no god, all the things Tree were saying were for nothing. Nothing. That's what I am.
Always, always someone watching. I always feel someone watching me, it haunts me at night. The feeling of eyes on me, judging me, watching my every move.
I lay my head on the kitchen table. Letting it fall, conducting a loud slam. I could care less at this point.
I uncomfortably lay my face on the surface. I feel the slow trickle of blood run down my face, into my eyes. Staining my vision a dark purple. My ears ring, if anything was happening I was not aware of it.
"B|@(k h0|3?"
I turn my face up slightly, to see Tree standing there. Face filled with fear and worry. Why? Why would they feel that way? Don't they hate me?
"H0n3y...? W-wh@t happ3N3d?...! h-h3ard $0m3th!ng..." They say, just garbled nonsense to me. I chuckle, feeling myself slip from reality. Is this real?
"B-b|a(k h0l3..." They say again, rushing to my side. "wH@t h-happ3n3d? P|3a$e t3|l m3..."
I laugh, loosing my mind slowly throughout the conversation. They give me a look of horror. "U-uh...y-y0u'r3 b|3ed!ng..."
"I-I am?" I giggle, god...is that me? That's what I sound like? "O-okay..."
"Bab3!- Th-th!s...thi$ is n0t g0od! L-|3t me h3lp y0u!" They exclaim, grabbing my shoulder. My eyes widen, slapping their hand away. They stumble backwards, a look of shock on their face as they hold their hand in pain.
"Bl@ck H0le...?" They wince.
What have I done?
You hit them.
You hurt them.
"I-I...I-...I'm...s-sorryy..." I mumble, hiding my face with my arms as I lay my head on the table again. I hit them, they were just trying to help.
They just want to help you...
...
I don't want help.
"Bl-black h0le! Y0u ne3d to l!$ten t0 m3!" They exclaim, trying to get me to look at them. I let out a dry laugh, "s-ssuuure...okay..."
They stumble back again as I stand up quickly. Their lips move, no words coming out of them. My face morphs, it changes. Sorrow...that's what this is.
"I-...I- don't...I-I'm s-so sorry..." I say, choking on my tears. They slowly walk up to me, caressing my hand gentley. "Love...it'$ 0kay...you're 0kay..."
I laugh, I don't know why. My mind is beyond me, blood still covers my vision.
"I-I d-don't g-get it...w-why do you l-love m-me?" I ask, giggling uncontrollably. They give me a concerned look, "H0ney...I l0ve y0u because you'r3 the kindest, sw3etest p3rson I've 3ver met...!"
I laugh again, breaking the pattern of my soft giggles. "Y-You're lying!..." I say, smiling widely. Laughing louder. What is going on? What am I doing?
I can't control myself. Why can't I control it?
This isn't me.
"B-Black h0le...p-pleas3...l!sten to m3..." They say, rubbing my hands with theirs. "I-it'$ late...it's lik3 1 am...pleas3..."
"J-just leave me alone..." I mumble, pulling my hands out of theirs. I wipe my head, feeling the blood on my hand. They sigh, standing there awkwardly.
