||Call It Epiphany Or Serendipity|| [BNHA × Reader]

Chapter 28|Wilting Roses

Italic Chapter: Memory Chapter.
Bold In Italic Chapter: Thoughts or heavier emphasis.
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Deep down, you know. You know.
Roses wilt, Spider Lilies bloom.
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   SPLASH. There goes another one. You couldn't help how you reacted as they all came charging. Feet soaked in the freezing blood of your twitching victims. A whimper, palms pressing against the dirty concrete in a wet slap as they back away. (E/c) eyes shot up and stared as wide as the man's as he shook and let out a piercing scream for help.

No one. . will ever hear him. . .after this.

It echoes in your mind, this ominous hymn, alongside your voice.

Your feet skate across the unconscious, bleeding bodies appearing as quick as a fleeting dream before him. You smile when his tears run hot and a cut splits his throat open. Crimson sprays onto you one last time as he gurgles out something unintelligible and falls. Clutching his throat.

Soon, he was glugging blood. Stagnant as he stares into the dusty blue, empty skies.

Today had simply been his unlucky day.

He could've left you alone. He could've gone against his boss's orders. He could've stopped hurting you when you begged him to.

He could have just run away.

But he didn't. And neither did you.

By now, you were no longer in control of your body. That voice.. that darkness seeping into your mind renders you frozen. As though moving through a drunken haze, wishing to stop, begging to stop, yet paralyzed and helpless but to watch.

Your mind a static, glitchy mess. Throbbing with that age-old tune that drove your legs to shake.

The monster inside.

You don't know exactly when, but that emptiness, that one-year gap - It had to be then.

It had to be then that it formed, from something you simply couldn't remember. Something, perhaps, you didn't want to remember.

Your legs give out, tears running down your cheeks, splashing into your mess. You always snapped out of your horrible trance too late.

Kneeling here now, hands red with blood...you know deep down.. this isn't the end.. you'll do it again.

Maybe they weren't dead, but you couldn't say the same about yourself.

Would this cycle ever end? This torturing familiar scene?

Was this just something..neverending?

The thought alone is too devastating. A thought you would never want to accept.

And there's only one way you could even think of to stop it.

Allowing it to consume you, or, allowing it to fuel you.

Because either you control it, or it controls you.

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The sun is beginning to set. The trees overhead sway, leaves caught in the breeze. Skies painted in peaches while you wring your hands.