Trapped (Alastor x reader)

Rock Bottom

TRIGGER WARNING! attempted suicide and Mental breakdown

Your head was pounding like a drum, your eyes were burning in their sockets, and your throat felt like you had just swallowed a hand-sized roll of sandpaper.

Which was great, because you still needed to find a bloody job because of your money issue. And then there's the cleaning of your bedroom-

"You look like hell" a voice snickered

Oh. Joy, it's 'the voice' again.

"Why are you here douchebag?" good grief your voice sounded awful "what nightmare are you setting me up for this time? Death by sickness?"

"Tacky and boring" the voice yawned "I have better class than that"

"You have class?" if it wasn't for how you were feeling, you were almost certain that come back would have been more effective.

"Do you?"

"Never had any to begin with" you state happily.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"I'd almost be concerned if you did"

"Really?"

"Nope"

"You look awful, what did he do this time?"

Ugh, when will the floor stop moving? Did a tornado manifest itself in your house? Wait, if you made one you had to find-

"You really shouldn't be out of bed you know? Wouldn't want anything bad to happen now, would we?"

"I'll rest later, besides, aren't you supposed to be giving me nightmares right now?"

"Eh, not up to it at the moment, besides, with how you look I'll doubt you'll be awake long enough to appreciate what I've created this time, hence, why I think you should REST"

You almost sneered at the cocky tone he was using, rest? Of course, you can't rest, you had to move, you had things to do to help-

"You alright there tough guy? "Maybe you should sit down a moment"

You are not going to do that, you've seen enough to know that is a bad idea.

You need-

You need-

"Breathe"

Y0u n33d-

"Hello, earth to Y/n, you still alive in there" you see a flash of red trying to knock on your skull and it immediately sets you off.

You flung your arm out towards it and almost fall over as you lose balance. You were done with this, you were so, bloody, done.

"Why can't you just leave me alone, my existence had been great until you and those, twats, came along, I could stick to my routine well enough, I could get what I needed fine, and now? Not I can't do any of that, instead I have to feed more mouths than I can handle, I have to make sure Angel and Husk aren't at each others throats"

You pause as you feel a coughing fit come out of nowhere, ooh, was that a lung you felt try to get out? Maybe it would kill you later. Right now you wish to continue.

You don't remember much about what it was you said, but it certainly focused on the group you've aided in your house, but there was one person who you despised the most.

"And let's not forget Charlie" you let out a weak chuckle "annoying, whiny, toxic positive, little Charlie, who is so delusional and sheltered for most of her life that she can't remove the tinted glasses to see just how f*cked up everyone is, me included, I haven't been stable since I killed my mum and I've been nothing but a husk because of it"