𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢
Remaje had been tossing and turning throughout the night, unable to find a moment of rest as his mind was consumed by thoughts of Kiyoni, the girl who seemed to have woven herself into every crevice of his consciousness.
The idea of rolling a thick blunt to drown out the overwhelming waves of emotions that crashed against the shores of his heart crossed his mind as the need for solace tugged at his weary soul. However, he knew that could only temporarily ease the suffering.
His restless mind led him to harbor feelings of animosity towards Alani, yet in all actuality, he knew he only had himself to blame. He couldn't shake the fact that he had mistreated the one person, Kiyoni, who had shown him genuine care and affection. Despite recognizing his faults, a part of him still clung to the illusion that Kiyoni was just another "pretty bitch" that came to shatter what was left of his heart.
As Remaje's internal turmoil intensified, an unwelcome voice manifested in his thoughts. Top, a sinister presence that had insidiously inhabited his mind since his grandmother's passing. The cold, taunting remarks of Top pierced through Remaje's already-frayed emotions, pushing him closer to the edge of sanity with each cackle and sneer.
"You pitiful" said Top, the voice inside his head, a haunting presence that had taken up residence since the heartbreaking loss of his grandmother.
"man, shut the fuck up" Remaje retorted, his words cutting through the air with frustration. The relentless voice of Top persisted, mocking and questioning, insinuating doubts into Remaje's already troubled mind.
"You think Kiyoni really loved you ? you ain't worthy of love. " Top's cackle filled the void within Remaje's head, driving him closer to the brink of insanity with each passing moment. The relentless repetition of Top's words served as a constant reminder of the inner turmoil Remaje battled with daily.
As the memory of his beloved grandmother's warm presence faded into a distant ache, the malicious whispers of Top grew louder, chipping away at Remaje's dwindling grasp on reality. Each echo of mockery and doubt drove a wedge between Remaje and the world around him, isolating him in a bubble of confusion and despair.
Despite Remaje's attempts to block out the toxic voice, Top's words lingered like a festering wound, infecting his thoughts and poisoning his perception of those around him. The once comforting refuge of his own mind had become a battleground, with Top's insidious influence waging war on Remaje's fragile psyche.
In the midst of this internal turmoil, Remaje struggled to discern what was real and what was a product of Top's manipulative presence. The lines between truth and deception blurred, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty and fear. The voice inside his head had transformed from a mere annoyance to a malevolent force that threatened to consume him entirely.
As the night swiftly transitioned into the early hours of the morning, Remaje found himself consumed by a deep sense of sorrow due to the prevailing situation. The weight of these emotions became increasingly overwhelming, almost suffocating him with the intensity.
Little did he realize that this escalating emotional turmoil would mark the beginning of a troubling fixation on Kiyoni, a fixation veering into ominously dark territories. Remaje's heart was seized by a relentless ache, its grip tightening as the hours passed, driving him deeper into a spiraling obsession with Kiyoni that seemed to grow more insatiable with each fleeting moment.
