Letter to an old friend

Chapter Eight: Caught red handed

Writer's block is so fun!!! (im gonna fucking more more jump.)

Also back to Basil's pov!!

Enjoy this it took meticulous hours of bawling and raging over not having a storyline

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Fuck. This is bad. Why in the world would you say all those things?? What the fuck is wrong with you??

You fall back on the cold tiles of the bathroom. This is becoming sort of a habit, huh?

Messing up. Breaking down. Panicking. It's all just so tiring...

Whatever. He should be going back today, so let's just hope he forgets about it, and everything stays like it is.

You frailly wipe your tears and attempt to stand up. Some more staring at the mirror, and after convincing yourself that it's probably not a big deal and that sunny has goldfish memory, you have enough self esteem to actually function!! Yippeee!!!

You finally step out the bathroom and notice Sunny's suitcase is already packed and in the hallway. Was always that meticulous or does he just want to get away from you as fast as he possibly can?

He's probably asleep already, so for now, you decide its better if you just do the same.

Once you wake up, the room is shaking, but in a weird, almost calming way? Its as if you were underwater, observing the slow current displayed infront of your eyes.

It would be soothing, really, if only you were able to breathe.

You dont move, dont make a sound, you just lay there, slowly running out of air. You let your soul get transported away by the waves, fading in and out of consciousness.

But then it got cold. Too cold. You grab the corner of your blanket, taking in a whiff of air after what feels like an eternity. The sharp, cold air scrapes your throat and pierces through your lungs, leaving you with an uncomfortable itchy sensation.

You lay there for a moment, cold and in pain. Then, you sit up.

And there it was again. In the corner of your eye, snickering at you.

As soon as you notice her, the room is filled with a rotten smell of iron and decaying flesh.

You simply turn your head to look at her, and stare back at her empty orbits, yet somehow you feel like she can see you.

The smell is gut wrenching, but you try as hard as you can to not let your utter disgust and uncomfort show.

If she can tell you're scared of her, she'll start talking to you again... No, no. Dont think like that. Thats a worst case scenario kind of thing.

While your lost in your thoughts, she starts getting closer. Her broken limbs trailing behind her, twisted in strange inhuman ways, leaving a long heavy trail of blood mixed with skin tissue on the wooden boards of our room.

Small beads of sweat begin dripping down your forehead. The sound of her advancing towards you, the sight of her limbs contorting, her legs were practically being turned inside out by the splinters sticking from the wooden floor... Its simply sickening.

"W-what do you want from me..." You manage to mutter while grasping the blanket that has now fallen down to your hips.

She laughs at you. Suddenly, a high pitch, ear piercing shriek is making itself heard from the gaping hole that serves the purpose of her mouth.

You cover your ears and grit your teeth in order to not cry. Your whole body is retracting on itself, as if looking for some sort of defensive position to escape this horrible fate.