𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 // Short Stories

The Last Day

All fingers pointing to Elyse for this one. Wanted fluff, made angst instead. Also this isn't in a specific rp, just a school in general so yeah had to make a mention to all their friends and family...they remember.

Tw: Suicide, grim thoughts, blood, suicidal thoughts, self harm.

Note: Before reading listen to Billie Ellish either ' What was I made for?' or 'Lovely'.

As they felt their mother gently touch their hair to the sound of seagulls squawking, the waves crashing repeatedly yet calmly onto the sand, and the sun beaming on their skin, they understood it wasn't real. Yet why does it feel quite real? This is the world. Whatever they imagined seemed genuine, and they loathed how real everything felt. They adored their mother, how she could be present with them though never was. She constantly was speaking, but they were never the words they wanted to hear; her words were always ruthless, and her punishment were even worse.

Maybe they deserved the words.

The punishments.

Everything.

They didn't know anymore.

They never knew exactly their life purpose was.

Ever since they were young they were told and made to do exactly what they were told. They were told that they were made to be sacrificed, they at first had no problem with that but all they really wanted was...

Was...

They didn't know what they exactly wanted.

They didn't exactly have a destiny paved out or set in stone anymore. After they broke the never ending cycle the first time, they got another chance at life because of the gods. They had a fresh start. They immediately took it and did nothing with this second chance.

Many actions they had yet they couldn't do, many words they wanted to speak yet they couldn't. They had so much emotions piled up inside of them they couldn't express, get out, nothing. Their body wanted to bang harshly on everything, telling everything in their body to just say what they wanted to say or do what they wanted to do because this was their life not anyone else's.

Yet they just couldn't.

Each time they tried they would prick their fingers until the pain goes away and they stopped crying or felt any emotions. They had to smile and be happy because if they didn't they might get punished. They hesitated on everything not sure exactly how to ask or talk because if they do talk something may be said that the gods don't like.

The gods.

The gods were everywhere.

Watching them very closely to everything they do.

They thought if they messed this one chance, their second chance at life they might.

In a snap of a finger take it away just like that.

Why were they even born if their sole purpose was to just get killed in the end?

They aren't sure exactly..