Reverse Rises (Plus(+) Content)

Painful Nights (Super Short)

This small short contains allusive spoilers for Season Two of Reverse Rises. Also has inspiration on certain mental illnesses, but should not be taken as representation of said things, for I am not a specialist on those and neither am capable of writing 100% accurately about those.

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Closing her eyes it's impossible. It leaves her to wake up startled, to tremble and to cry, to curl herself on her covers.

Her chest hurts, her mind can't forget it, the danger is still lurking around. The purple devil is still out there, waiting for another moment to attack. She was close, close to shattering the dark blue heart, but luckily, a blue angel managed to save it and trick the monster of its riddance.

Now, thinking that she got rid of the blue, she went for the orange. Ever since she started haunting her, she knew to keep her own heart close to her chest, so nobody could dare to shatter it.

Can she scream?

She needed to scream. But she doesn't want the Mansion to wake up. She doesn't want the man in the coat to scold her. She doesn't want to be a bother to the woman in pink, nor to her great husband. She needs to wait for the angel to complete his plan, complete his mission, to give her his full attention, to help her recover entirely.

Apologies, for all ears around, because she wanted to scream. And she screamed, loudly, painfully. An orange glow covered multiple objects in the room, making them float. The breeze from the wind grew stronger around her bed, her hair floating around her as if it was alive. The tears burned her eyes, she didn't want to close them, so she kept them narrowed. Her cheeks were red, the hiccups would definitely come back. The voices came back, why wouldn't they hiccups? The voices. Those voices are different, so she couldn't say they were back.

She was kind to the purple devil once, when she let the blue hearted one help her out on a situation she had also been through in dismay. She made a mistake, it shouldn't be made again. So it wasn't really kindness, it was just caution. Letting the worst of the purple devil's personality wander freely inside of an already terrifying creature was a huge mistake she was not willing to make, nor let happen. So she wouldn't, and, she didn't. But maybe, she was a little late. The purple devil wasn't as mean to the blue hearted as she's being mean to her now. Or was she, and the blue hearted just refused to say or admit? Maybe the brainwashing really went far.

Stumbling out of her bed, she fell on her knees. As she expected, she started to hiccup. She dragged her legs close to her chest, laying her head on the bed, allowing the tears to fall freely. Sing a song, and maybe, the pain will be gone. It was a saying of the man of law, an honourable man of the family, although the family wasn't exactly of righteous honour.

"Oh simple thing,

where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on."

"So tell me when,

you're gonna let me in?" a familiar voice sang along.

The orange hearted looked at the door, using her magic to open the door, thanks to her body being fragile at the moment. "I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin."

The blue hearted came inside, walking towards her. "And if you have a minute why don't we go," he lowered himself in front of her. "talk about it,"

"Somewhere only we know?" they sung along.

The orange hearted smiled. "This could be the end of everything."

"So why don't we go," the blue hearted kneeled, getting even closer to her. "somewhere only we know?"

They hugged each other. The orange hearted felt safe. Safe to feel, safe to cry, safe from her. Simply, safe.

"Somewhere only we know."

Safe to fall asleep again.