- 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!!
I just really...
I sit up again, my head foggy. I stare at the door, waiting for it to open.
There was hesitation in their voice, I think they're afraid. More moments pass, neither of us saying anything.
Did I really just hallucinate hearing their voice? I wouldn't be surprised...
I stare around aimlessly, waiting for pain to overtake me. I'm so tired...why's it taking so long?
"...Black H0le?"
I groan, hitting my head on the sink again. "Y-yeah?" My voice sounds raspy, like I'm drowning in saw blades. They pause again, not speaking.
"C-can I come 1n?" They ask, their voice is a lot clearer now. I chuckle, coughing a bit while I do so. "Y-you might not like what you see..."
"What do you mean by that?" They ask, worry lacing their voice. I don't answer, "Is...Jr. with you...?"
Another pause, "No..."
I pick at the bits of skin I still have on my arms, tearing them away. I watch as blood pricks out of the scabs. I smile a bit, I don't know why. The voice doesn't come back for a while. Maybe I am hallucinating.
So much for not dying alone.
Sighing, I pull myself back up. Careful not to hit my head again, but then again, what would it matter?
"...Can you tell me what you mean by...'You might not like what you see.'?" They ask, I hear them press up against the door. I sigh, "D-do...do you really want to know?"
They pause again, I think they're afraid. I mean...with how I'm acting right now...I think that's fair...
"Y-yeah...I'm worried about you..." They whisper, barely audible. I laugh, "Why? I'm fine," I grunt, shifting again.
"Babe...I don't think your okay...you've been acting weird all week..." They sigh, I think they're sitting against the door now. I look over to the door, it's still closed.
"S-sorry for making you worry..." I mutter, hoping they heard me. Why am I doing this? I have a family that loves me...They've always believed in me.
And here I am trying to throw it all away.
...
"⟟⏁ ⌇⟟☊☍⟒⋏⌇ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎅⍜⟒⌇⋏'⏁ ⟟⏁?"
I jerk my head up. Who...?
Mother...?
"Wh-what...?" My words don't leave my mouth right. Is that...they're standing there.
"Sh-shut up..." I shudder, not wanting to look up at her. She continues to speak, but I don't hear them. The ringing in my ears is to loud for that.
"Shut up!" I yell, she looks taken a back. My stomach drops, I messed up.
"Black Hole!? Are you okay in there?"
Tree.
"I-I'm sorry...please don't hurt me!" I beg, she's not real, she can't be real. "Black Hole what are you talking about? Is someone in there with you!?!"
I can't breathe, I can't see. Please make it stop.
I hug my knees into my chest, using them to cover my eyes. Tears flow freely out of them. I shake my head, my tears getting into my cuts, stinging my arms.
"Black Hole! Pay attention to my voice!"
Tree.
"Tr-Tree...? S-she's...please...help..." I cry, hoping they would come help me. I hear the door begin to open, before cutting off.
"I-It's...I-...the-...the doors jammed!"
I sob, waiting for them to begin beating me. I'm afraid, I hate it here. Why?
Why am I reliving my childhood?
"Black Hole. Listen to me...focus on my voice..." Tree says, as calmly as they can. My breathing quickens, trying to listen. My vision a flurry of tears.
"However you think is in there isn't real Black Hole! Just focus on me..."
I suck in a deep breath, finding the courage to look up.
Nothing.
It was like she was never there.
Maybe she never was.
"Tr-tree...please..." I whisper, leaning back against the sink. "I-I'm so s-s-sorry, f-f-for everything..."
"Love...please don't say sorry..." They say, attempting to open the door.
"Please, promise me I won't hurt the kid...."
"..."
"You won't love...I promise..."
"...They're not with you...are they?" I groan, attempting to stand up. I yelp, feeling something in my leg tear. I fall to the ground, holding my head tightly.
"Black Hole!" Tree yells, hearing me fall. I get up, using the sink to support me. "P-please don't be mad at me..."
Tree breaks the hinge of the door. Swinging it open, the look of horror on their face scares me. Their face morphing into many different emotions. I give them a weak smile.
"I'm sorry...my love..." I whisper.
I don't remember anything after that. It all just cut to black.
