Rain had always been his favourite weather; the melodic pitter-patter was a soothing sound that was always welcome to hear.
Perhaps the boy would have gone on thinking this until he eventually bumped into a bad experience with the damp, cold, and forceful weather—a small schoolboy shivering outside his house's front door, inwardly cursing at himself for forgetting the pair of keys that suddenly held so much value.
But unfortunately, such an unpleasant experience never came to pass.
Loosely staring towards the deep navy sky, a torrent of clear drops clashed against his skin, blurred vision ensuring that all they saw was but a mishmash of dark colours detailed by an uneven covering of crimson.
The freezing intent of the storm never reached its target, for all they could feel was the blazing heat that enveloped their body, spreading from their forehead down to their hands and feet.
He had never felt such a sensation.
The rain did nothing to soothe the avalanche of pain assaulting the boy.
"..... .... .... Child? Are you listening?"
A scratchy voice erupted from beside the boy, who up until this point had been locked in a fierce staring battle against something in the corner of the room.
"This must be all quite confusing and scary for you right now; however, I'm going to need your undivided attention, ok?"
The doctor, covered in a white gown, took a quick look at the clock before grimacing; ten minutes had passed without any sign of even a response to their words.
Soon he'd have to leave him. Making no progress bugged him somewhat.
Listlessly sitting upon a small white hospital bed, vermillion locks shrouded Aaron's countenance, hiding some of his lesser injuries from the doctor's line of sight.
Two hands quivered under the gaze of another, some red still covering his frail fingers, signs of an accident of some sort still present.
Bandages covered the small figure, mostly concentrated upon his forehead, obscuring the young boy's left eye.
His remaining eye had been steadfast throughout the doctor's rumblings, never leaving the corner of the room for even the smallest millisecond, his dry lips firmly pressed into a thin, seemingly petrified, line.
The doctor followed her gaze, looking towards an empty corner in the room, revealing a puzzled expression.
Something silently sat, crouched down, in the corner of the white room. Its fuzzy black body looking starkly out of place.
"A bad feeling... Something came out of the body... It's looking at me." He trembled, his body staring to shake more erratically each and every second longer that his gaze fell upon its expression.
The figure had no mouth, but he could see its contorted expression.
A venomous grin spanned from each of its obsidian eyes that seemed to dig into the boy and make his vision spin.
Its body seemed to be appearing in some places and disappearing in others, looking almost like a static TV screen, fading in and out of reality at whim.
Sensing that the figure was about to talk, the boy preemptively but both hands upon his ears, beads of tears threatening to spill from his orange orbs.
"Wh..y are y..ou ta.lk..ing to... hi..m?" The figure screeched, a loud bellow erupting from the figure as it slowly crawled over to the small boy, followed by a few timely giggles.
By this time, the words of the doctor that had been sitting before the boy was once again no longer audible.
Only his whispers, which were gradually increasing in volume, were left alongside the grainy voice that slowly approached.
"Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" He repeatedly pleaded, tears leaking down his face as he scrambled to the edge of the bed, his fists gripping the white sheets below him as he felt the dreaded wall behind him.
Actions becoming more desperate, he attempted to throw his bed cover towards the fuzzy black figure, before stopping at the last moment.
A new figure had appeared where the other had just been.
"Aaro...n" The screeching voice spat out, its tone filled with mock concern.
The figure's voice had changed.
It was the figure of his father. One he'd thought he would never see again.
Grip loosening on the sheets within his grasp, a small little voice croaked out, tears beginning to well from within two small orange orbs.
"Dad?"
The figure halted, examining its new body, before once again hobbling into action.
Quickly getting within arm's reach of the small figure, a black hand tightly grasped his wrist.
The tip grip felt as if thousands of tiny metal needles were piercing into the small boy's hand, tears now freely flooding from his orbs as both figures locked eyes.
A black abyss greeted him as he searched in its eyes.
Another second passed before the small child fell back onto the bedsheets in front of him, consciousness lost and enveloped in a deep sleep.
The doctor, who had watched the series of events unfold, was unable to see the figure approaching Aaron and was furiously scribbling on his device.
Mentally unstable after accident - requires emotional therapy.
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The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)
RomantizmRead Time: 2H 23M Always given the short end of the stick, Aaron's tried to do his best with the cards he'd been dealt. A glimpse of happiness, snatched away at the last second, but it's fine. He's used to it. Everyone has a breaking point, and his...
