Taylor Eras Stories

Morality to Sin - Midnights (Angst)

TW: Self-Harm, Drugs, Hallucinations, General Warning

!Canon!

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Midnights sauntered up the stairs; vision not exactly foggy but she couldn't tell what was in front of her. It was there, knew and saw it; just couldn't comprehend it. Maybe that was on her though: she wasn't the person to eat too many edibles in one sitting, she knew better; guess everyone has their moments. Likely after the first two she has just...forgotten about how much she was taking. So, here she was, grabbing the doorknob but not actually feeling or seeing it, just did it on instinct.

Reputation told her to not go to that party tonight, it was nefarious to not-so-good people (to say the least, Lover would claim to never label someone as evil: just trust, these people were embodiment of vile), but Midnights didn't seem to care; the fight with 1989 put her brain in a scenario of 'do something stupid'. Luckily, she had left before she got caught in something illegal or harmful - not that she hadn't done any of that in the past but she'd like to say she's trying better than before.

Plopping on the bed Midnights watched the ceiling as it turned inwards and out, steadily shifting to the left. Groaning, she tried to imagine it not doing so but was unsuccessful, world closing in almost claustrophobic: not that Midnights had that phobia - well, not usually. Resting her hands on her forehead she shut her eyes, breathing in and out - trying to mellow and maybe get some sleep; she couldn't. Instead she just writhed in the sheets, grumbling to herself about why she couldn't have been smarter, she's done this plenty of times who the hell eats that many cookies.

Midnights bit her lip, head pounding; she's had this feeling every damn day, funny how just a few more of this stupid drug could make her feel unreal; lackluster and inconsequential. Stuffing her face in the pillowcase she heard a small voice, probably from the corner of her room but to Midnights it was right in earshot.

"Wow, what the hell happened to us?"

Darting up she faced a small figure.

"Or rather, you."

Midnights focused a little harder, the person coming into sight being recognized quite well. She groaned, rubbing her eyes, blinking.

"Jesus, how much fucking shit is in my system? Been a while since I hallucinated."

The girl shrugged, "Hmm, wouldn't know - not old enough yet."

Midnights chuckled, falling back to the bed, the whole scene of being scolded by her younger self comedic on paper - and that was it, on paper.

"Look at this mess." She walked around, lips smeared in disgust as she twindled clothing, bottles, trash, and more between fingers; tongue sticking out. "When did I get so messy?"

Midnights scoffed, if she wasn't in such a fucked up state of mind she might've reached for a cigarette in her purse. "Since life decided to kick us to the ground and stomp our guts out asshole."

"Vulgar, I see." She dropped the empty whiskey bottle, making her way to Midnights.

"What are you, my subconscious sorta shit to tell me to apologize to Nine? Hate to break it to you but don't think I got the brain for that at the moment babe."

"Nope!" The little girl smiled, an almost innocent one. "I'm here to tell you how fucking awful you are."

"Wait, what?" She darted up again, confronting an image she had no desire to remembrance of.