-Stay by my side until I disgust you- // Mizuena ONESHOT

-Stay by my side until I disgust you-

It was dark in Enas room.
Only the faint blue light of her computer and tablet illuminated its pale walls.

The eerie sound of silence occasionally being broken by soft sobbing and gasping, or the static from the computer screen.
Her room was a mess.
Paint splattered everywhere and the tubes scattered lazily across the rug, once baby pink.

Her canvas was on the floor, parts of it being covered by messy paint splatters.
It was a portrait of Ena with flowers.
So messily painted.

In the middle of the room, sat Ena.
Her knees huddled up to her chest tightly in a last ditch effort for comfort, for any feeling of warmth.

Her delicate facial features being overrdided with tears, her eyes red and swollen from crying for so long.

.........

ENAS POV

......
I hate art.
I don't want to do it anymore.
I can't even reach my father's standards...
I'll never be as good as anyone, no matter how much effort I put in..

My arms are littered with cuts, and my hand held a now bloody razor.
I threw it across the room.

My father's words repeat in my head, like a curse.

"You'll never be an artist, Ena."

Over and over
It repeats....

Until it sets me off again.

I'm destroying anything in my path.
My legs banging on the floor with each step.
Plushies being thrown onto the ground harshly.
Messing up my bedsheets and knocking my chair over....
So much noise.

Eventually, Akito comes in.

"Hey. Whats the matter? You're being too loud-"

"GET OUT!!"

I threw a plushie his way, but he closed the door before it reached.
It fell on the ground.

All I can do is cry.
How useless......

I grab my scissors and slash the painting, right where my face was.
My face now torn apart.

I get my phone.
I'm about to throw it at the wall until I turn it on.

It's a message..
From....Mizuki???

I open it quickly.
It read...

"Enanan??? You good???? You're taking forever to log onto nightcorddddd. I feel so lonelyyyyy pls joinnnnn!!"

Oh.
Damn, it's already 25:00?
I missed it....

I can't join....
Not like this...

My eyes are blurred by tears once again.
My hands flailing around, pressing and smashing into whatever was there.
I smash one of my water pots to the ground, the water spilling everywhere. The tiny shards of glass scratching my skin. More cuts. More scars being added.