uhm, for one thing, i'll primarily update on weekends since im starting school,
also,
my motivation is STRUGGLING which is why this is a short song :/
uh btw this song is jst the heathers telling one to kill her self so uh- (note:
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"Stupid child-proof caps!"
Grian struggled with the cap, wings flaring out. His shirt was blue and hanging off a malnourished frame.
Because it isn't his shirt.
It was never his shirt.
But Taurtis was dead and Sam needed a replacement.
"Ugh, look, Grian's going to.."
An illusion startles him, sharp knife in Sam's hand.
"WHINE."
Grian blinks. In the darkness, the split second, he sees the pavement, covered in blood.
It makes him sick.
The cap still won't open.
"WHINE."
The white moon, hanging heavy in the halloween sky. There's no stars, not a sliver of comfort in the cold night.
"WHINE."
The cool fabric of a blue shirt that wasn't his. Was never his.
"All night,"
Grian hit the cap against the sink. It didn't snap, crack, or break.
God, Grian wished he could be like that.
"You don't deserve to live."
The words ring in his ear, when Sam had shoved blue clothes into his hands and sneered at him to change.
Afterall, Taurtis was his best friend. Taurtis was the priority.
If Taurtis was gone, then there needed to be a new one.
(grian didn't want to be the new one.)
"Why not kill your self? Here, have a sedative!"
Sam had thrown the pill bottle at Grian when he'd cried, followed soon after by a knife extremely close to his head.
Which is how he ended up in here. Hiding in the bathroom, Sam's sneering mockery echoing in his minds.
"WHINE,"
The words pierce his mind. Just open the fucking bottle, asshole.
"WHINE,"
It's echoing in his empty mental space, covered in shards of broken glass that used to be his memories, horrid and atrocious.
"WHINE,"
Grian stopped working at the cap, moving to grasp his head, wings wrapping around him.
"Like there's no Santa Claus, you're pathetic because.."
The illusion of Sam is back, talking straight to him. Grian's back hits the wall, panic flooding him. He pulls soft, red feathers closer.
"YOU WHINE."
The phantom blade ghosted against Grian's skin. Sam's harsh, shrieking sneer is somehow worse while seeing him infront of him.
"YOU WHINE ALL NIGHT!"
Grian slid down the wall. He's still trying to get the pill bottle open, eyes flicking between that and the translucent Sam taunting him.
"Your ass is off the team,"
Sam leaned over him. Freedom, maybe, but Sam was the only thing protecting him from the school of pyschopaths they'd found.
"Go on and bitch and moan,"
Rabbit ears flopping, he rolled his eyes and pointed at the door, as though telling Grian to leave.
The cap won't open.
"You don't deserve to dream,"
Grian shrunk under the harsh words that seemingly grew in size, crushing him and his fragile mental state, shattering the glass that littered his mind-space.
"You're gonna DIE ALONE."
Get the cap off, get the fucking cap off-
"DIE ALONE,"
Grian tried to back off from the harsh words echoing in his brain, over and over again with such vigor and fury it made him want to cry.
The. Cap. Won't. Come. Off.
"DIE ALONE,"
On the other side of the wall, a knife is implanted, sinking through the white and dusty paint. Even with Sam so close, Grian was alone, wasn't he?
"DIE ALONE!"
The illusion is getting stronger, screaming the words at him.
DIE.
DIE.
DIE-
WHY WON'T THE FUCKING CAP BUDGE?
"DIE ALONE!"
!
Grian stumbled back as he dropped the pill bottle, cursing. All of his allergy meds, gone to waste on his bathroom floor. Well, fuck. Maybe he shoulda stayed with child-proof caps, despite how hard they were to open.
But, he needs more, so, off to Doc he goes.
Since Doc makes all the server's medications, right? Or does X buy them off-server?
Eitherway, it'll be fine.
It'd been fine for a long time.
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happy ending to apologize for slaughtering 3 people in 'i wanna be your boyfriend' and the fact that 'Obsessed with you' is def gonna end up a oneshot-
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