consumed in darkness

something's... changed

The sun rises in (y/n) little apartment shining on her face. She growls and rolls over. "Fuck me... another fucking glorious morning!" I get up and stretch. I flinch in pain. "Shit, I forgot to wrap my cuts again...I bled through." I shrug my shoulders and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

I step out and look into the mirror and find myself disgusting. "You fat little bitch why are you so useless you can't even kill yourself right!!!" I yell and then punched the mirror. I look down and take a piece of the mirror to my throat. Something caught my eyes in the broken mirror. I stopped and looked, I swear I saw green glowing eyes looking at me. "What the fuck was that?" I asked myself. I instead take the broken mirror shrug and drag it across my other barely healed scars on my arm. I tilt my head back and drown myself in the pain of it. Giggles erupt in my ears. I look around and nothing is there. I wrap my arm and return to my room.

As I get dressed, I can't help but think of that laugh. It seems so... familiar but still gives me goosebumps. My stomach growls " might as well eat something or my mom's gonna have my ass..." I sigh and walk down to the kitchen to grab breakfast. Not that I care if I eat or not. I'm fat enough. I make myself a bowl of cereal and sit at the table with my hood over my face. And my mom comes down "good your eating..." I roll my eyes and continue eating my cereal.

I'm 20 years old and I still live with my mother. Dad left after I was raped at 13 and tried to kill myself and didn't succeed. So it was just me and mom. I felt bad for mom because she pretty much lost her daughter and lost her husband. She felt like a burden and it made her want to cut more. It was more of a matic thing I do...it feels...good when I do it. I finish my cereal and got up to put it in the sink. Mom tried to talk to me but I kept walking to my room and slammed the door. It felt...cold all of the sudden. I could see my breath. The giggle returns in my ears. "Hiya there" it says in a weird glitchy way like a video glitch. I turn around and find a short Irish man with pale skin and green hair with a smirk on his face. I couldn't help but find him VERY attractive. I look him up and down. "Whoa who are you and why you in my room dude?" He stares at me with green glowing eyes. I can't help being in tranced by them. We stare at each other for a bit, then he speaks. "I was drawn here for some reason" he looks me up and down. "I can sence your despair and I was drawn like a moth to a flame" he says as he glitches. He seems Soo familiar but I can't put my finger on it. Then he puts his arms up around my head and backs me to the wall. "I'm intrigued by you (y/n)" he says. I was taken back not afraid just confused "why" I ask "what's so interesting about a good for nothing like me?" He is taken back by this answer and ponders "aren't you afaid of me?" I look him in the eyes "no I don't fear...anymore really." "Hmm... interesting " was all he says. He takes your arm and pulls it down revealing your years of cuts down your arm. You think you see a look of concern in his eye but then it vanished in a second. "I'm anti...nice to meet ya" confused you say " hi...well I'm (y/n) silence fills the room.

A/n
Hey this is my first ever story and I hope you guys like it. It's...a lot and kinda raw. Tell me what y'all think so far. More to come.