OC stories

Glitching

From Korosu's POV

I walked back into my apartment, coated in blood. My stomach was bruised, as was my face. Fighting surge isn't the best thing that's happened. I locked the door, chunking my dagger across the room. I felt like pure shit. Clenching my stomach, I leaned against the wall. My throat felt as though somebody ran their fingernails down the back, violent coughs escaping my throat. Skin glitching more than usual, I fell to the floor outside my parents old room. Blood came up, my body quivering. This seemed pretty familiar to me, just like what happened about thirteen years ago. My hair hung in front of my face, blood dripping onto the floor along with more from my throat. After I had stopped coughing, the scene in front of me seemed pretty bad. Blood and saliva covered the hardwood floors, but something was off. There were small amounts of glass and something black mixed in with it. Confused, I used the wall for support as I stood up. Everything seemed off, including how much I was glitching. Happy now surge?! Cleaning up the blood and glass, the scene replayed in my head, over and over.
~~flashback~~
"You stupid imbecile!" Surge's foot slammed into my shin, knee hitting my stomach. I grabbed him by his hair, turning him around and punching the middle of Surge's back. "You're the idiot! Learn when to shut up will ya?!" I bruised his eye, earning his elbow under my jaw. The pain spread through me, along with adrenalin. After a few more minutes of violent fighting, slender ended up coming out and dragging surge off. I was yelled at for a solid ten minutes before he dismissed me.
~~end of flashback~~
I ran into the bathroom, more blood coming up. Bloody vomit came up my throat, stinging. This sucks. One word comes to mind, making me debate what to do: alcohol. No, you've done enough, don't drink. It'll only make things worse. {you'll forget about it by tomorrow.} good point. Finally emptying my stomach, I got rid of the contents and cleaned out my mouth. Stumbling to my room, the bottle of vodka rested on the bed, untouched. I ripped off the cap, throwing it into the trash can across the room. My head tilted back, cold vodka sliding down my throat. It felt good compared to what surge had done. That asshole needs to shut his trap for one goddamn night. A couple minutes later, the bottle was empty...and shattered. My anger was getting the best of me, running through my veins. I grabbed my phone, turning on some random song. Amnesia was playing, the lyrics ringing in my ears. Ashton came to mind, his smiling face sticking to my memory. Surge hates his guts, no matter what I say. My voice glitched greatly as I spoke, not caring about anybody nearby. "If I could, I'd have killed you by now Parker!" The only thing that stops me is Sasha, she keeps me in line along with ash. Otherwise, many more would be dead. I almost killed an entire family the other night, one with a little girl and a teenage boy. However...I just couldn't do it. The little girl had long brown hair, and such beautiful blue eyes. I couldn't kill her, I just couldn't. She seemed so happy, especially with her parents. Her brother however, I had no trouble killing him. I don't know why, but something told me the girl deserved to live. Was it because she reminded me of a younger version of myself? Or was is that her parents didn't beat her or hurt her? I don't know, but all I knew was the anger surging through my veins. "Fuck your Surge!" Laughing manically, I ended up passing out.
~•~
Once I woke up, I felt like nothing could get me to move. However, five minutes later that changed. My head was in the toilet again, vomit and blood running up my throat. Groaning, I leaned back against the wall. My head pounding, stomach feeling as though it was being stabbed, I couldn't help but think of Ashton. "Surge, I swear you won't be seeing the end of this." After vomiting violently once again, I repeated the process from yesterday and brushed my teeth. My bloody clothes and hair stuck to me, yet that didn't matter to me at the moment. All that mattered was that surge learned his lesson.