Deep Scars

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Summary:

'..the feeling is cold. Don't be alone inside. This life, you can never be reborn within. I came this far, erase my scars...' 

That night was dark, just like always. It had a darkness to it, mixed in with that red moon. It's almost nice to stare at, that shade of moonlight. Although still dark, it was hell after all.

Husk was sitting down on the couch, staring out there through the glass of a window, in those thoughts. He missed that coldness of a late evening, especially when it rained. He really does miss it, honestly.

He gets up, standing now. He was walking away from there. He headed somewhere else. To be just by himself while staying lost in thought. He walked down the hallway (after he went upstairs).

Then he stopped by a door. Just for a second. It was Angel Dust's room. He reached out to it. He almost knocked on there. But he doesn't, he had decided not to. He sighed quietly. After that, he was heading towards his own room.

Husk didn't knock on that door, for a reason. Because he knew what would happen, if he did. He has spent nights alone with Angel Dust. Now he just wanted to be by himself.

He walked into his room, closing the door behind himself. He didn't lock it though. He was breathing, in a quiet way. Unable to relax, his nerves getting him.

Husk drank some more of his bottle of alcohol, that whiskey he loves. He takes a long sip, trying not to think about anything. He finished that bottle, throwing it against a wall. He watched as it had shattered into pieces, falling onto the ground.

He gritted his teeth, frustrated with himself. 'Why am I feeling this way..?' he had thought. He didn't know why. Or maybe he did. He didn't know, he wasn't sure at all, not really anyway. He was going through something. Not knowing why, he didn't understand it.

Husk breathed heavily, out of it in emotion, just feeling that and nothing else. At the moment, for now. He scratched that wall, deeply, with his sharp claws. It was something cats do to relieve stress, after all.

He goes for that mirror next, after that, breaking it. He gazed over at this, staring into his reflection. In that broken mirror, which was shattered as well. He also stared at all of that broken glass on that ground. In a way, it made him feel better too, strangely enough.

That's when he closed his eyes. His mind faded, thinking for a bit, deep in these thoughts. He thought about him, again now. He realized it, but he still does that. He really thought about everything.

It wasn't just because of his memories in his past, he also struggled with his feelings for that other male, this younger guy. That flirtatious spider demon.

Because of him, he couldn't think straight (no pun intended). His undead heart would start beating faster, just from being around him. When he's with him, everything feels better. Just by being with Angel Dust.

It's been so long, very many years in fact, since he has felt this way for someone else. Especially another guy, that demon made him feel different, almost alive again. Now he didn't know what to do. He didn't mean to get attached to him. Now he has and he can't get rid of those thoughts about him.

That's when he remembered something that he had once said, awhile ago, again..

"I lost the ability to love years ago.."

So apparently that wasn't true anymore, it seemed like.

Husk sighed softly, with his low voice. He thought about it all now. He knew that this was the truth. That deep down inside, within himself, that he was starting to feel once again. Even with knowing that he has scars of his own, in his apparent cold soul.

𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin HotelWhere stories live. Discover now