Unholy!

On knife's edge

Note: Okay, everyone, you're about to read a scene that is quite intense. Meg is not mentally healthy, so please be aware that we're heading into deep emotional territory, and at some point perhaps also some seriously disturbing shit (on a psychological level, no gore). Please pay close attention to the trigger warnings for your own good. I am not to blame for any lasting damage to readers.
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TW: #suicidal thoughts #self-harm (implied) #Autassassinophilia #Killing-Kink

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And the serpent speaks: „You think this is about me changing you?"
The rabbit gazes back and what it sees is a mirror. But the reflection shows no little rabbit, but a wolf.
„Nah", the serpent brightly says. „I'm just letting you meet the part of you that's been clawing at your ribs since the day you learned how to breathe."

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Admittedly, he's taken aback by how easily he's allowed to leave. The tension in his chest lingers, a knot that refuses to untie, and though the street seems calm, he can't help but glance over his shoulder again and again, checking for shadows that might follow. His senses are on high alert and he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched. Perhaps that's a natural response to everything he's just witnessed.

His hand is still shaking as he pulls out his cell phone, fingers brushing against the cool glass with an almost desperate urgency. He needs to hear his sister's voice right now. She is the only normal person in his universe and always manages to ground him whenever he can't stand himself or when the world around him gets too loud. In his messed-up life, she's his anchor that keeps him from drifting too far and too deep.

The screen flickers as Megumi dials the number. His vision is blurred, but he knows from habit what buttons to press. Even if his eyes were blindfolded, he would always find his way to her.

Every tone ringing in his ear stretches out and after what feels like an eternity, she finally picks up. „Hello?"

„H- hey..." His voice comes out weaker and more miserable than he thought possible, laced with something he obviously can't hide. His breath hitches and he clears his throat, trying again, „Hey Tsumiki... can we talk for a second?"

She hesitates, but then her worried voice sounds through the receiver. „Gumi? Yeah of course. What's wrong? Have you been crying?"

He snuffles and wipes his face with his sleeve, before lying, „No..."

He can hear the rustle of her movement on the other end of the line, like she's sitting up in bed, her concern almost tangible. „Tell me what happened."

For a moment, he's frozen, the words caught in his throat like jagged stones. His chest tightens, as though any small shift could shatter him completely. He holds his breath, lips pressed together in a desperate attempt to hold everything inside.

„You still there, Gumi?" she asks. Her voice is soft, patient, but with an undercurrent of worry.

He swallows hard. „Yeah. I... I don't even know what to say."

Megumi has already walked two blocks, his feet moving almost mechanically. He can feel the distance between them, both physical and emotional. Still, her voice soothes him. But it's also like a thousand needle pricks at the same time.

She's his everything, the one reason he keeps pushing forward, the reason why he keeps trying to surpass his limits. He does everything he does for her...

Tsumiki is breathing quietly into the receiver. „Well you don't have to say anything you can't."

Her words land softly, but the impact still feels tough. He's woken her up from her much-needed sleep, it seems, just to get what? Pity? Megumi bites his lip, the taste of bitterness settling on his tongue. „I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother y-"