After over a year, Four is still salty about the BFB split, growing more and more restless with the need for revenge.
warnings: this is probably going to have some gore and sensitive topics such as self harm, and suicide. i'll mark chapters with t...
The house was cold and empty with Two gone.. Four was cheerful, but it felt off.... Nothing felt right...
X sat on the couch with a deep sigh. He glanced around the empty room, at the part of the couch Two used to sleep on... He knew Two hadn't stayed long, but it didn't feel right for them to be gone. The house was eerily quiet with Four at work, only sounds being the quiet thunder in the distance and the tapping of rain drops on the roof, the slight ringing in X's ears growing louder until he couldn't stand it.
X turned on the TV, flicking to the news channel... The TV static lasted for a few seconds as the signal faltered in the storm... He never liked this TV, but for some reason Four never wanted to replace it.. Even with how staticky it was, Four remained attached to it, making excuses as to why they shouldn't replace it. "Oh, it's old, it's valuable", or "she'll last at least another month" with a pat on the screen.
The dark room was lit up by the bright screen, X's shadow being casted on the wall. He couldn't get Two off his mind.... X usually did overthink a lot, but this just felt different.... A sinking feeling he couldn't ignore. He wanted to trust Four and believe Two left and got a job, maybe their own place to stay, but that doubt wouldn't leave...
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I wince as I slowly wake up, eyes adjusting to the darkness. My head was pounding, and my back was sore. The air was cold and stale. I didn't know where I was.... Squinting through the darkness, I can make out some trash bags slumped against a cement wall, a full length mirror in one corner of the room, and what seems to be the entrance to a staircase. I try to sit up, but my arms are pulled back with a soft clink sound, I glance down at the cold tightness around my wrists, making out a chain.
what?
I shudder at the pain in my head, remembering the sickening thud that caused it. Confused and in pain, I slump back down against the wall, fingers sore from fighting.
