Thirteen

Thirteen Part 9

I spent about a week dealing with the clutter of Trigger's throughout the home. My friends didn't offer any sort of explanation, or help me try to figure it out. It was very frustrating, because they were probably the cause. Either that, or I was delving into a whole new level of insanity.

Thirteen still didn't interact with them, he would get mad at the one stationed in my room sometimes. I had to scold him at times, because he was being ridiculous.

Of course, he didn't know that. Thirteen was very limited on his knowledge of proper behaviour. He was pretty intelligent, but he wasn't trained in typical human....Anything. I tried to sit down with him and teach him, but he never was able to pay attention.

I assumed he'd picked up qualities of my ADD, as well. So I let it go for now. Trigger was what I had to focus on, they kept showing up all over. They got creepier everytime, mouths elongated, slack jawed, rotting, empty eyed. I was starting to hate the one in my room.

During the night, I tried not to look at it. But it started to move. I would wake up to it in different parts of the room, mouth agape, body twisted into impossible positions, catatonic. It never moved when I was looking.

It started to get so bad, that everytime I turned away and back around, the Trigger's would be standing behind me in frozen positions, bodies twisted. That sucked like hell when I went to get a glass of water at night, which I eventually stopped doing entirely because of those things. All of this stress drove me back into my smoking habit.

One night when I went outside to smoke, I was met with a bunch of Trigger's sitting around in their odd positions. It wasn't too frightening, because they were all facing away from me.

And then they started moving. In quick, jerking motions. It sounded like bones were cracking, as they all twisted their heads back to look at me. I went to hurry back into the house, lo and behold, those Trigger's were pressed up against the windows.

I flipped my shit, going around back and in the back door, hurrying to my room and locking the door. Fuck that.Fuck that! They were more terrifying than Shambles had ever been, in my opinion. When I expressed my concern to Thirteen the next time I saw him, he didn't seem phased.

I did find out he'd seen them before, the Trigger's. In Abyss, he'd said. So they had come from my head, just as I'd originally thought, but why were they so real?

Thirteen wasn't afraid of them, he'd spent too much time in the hellish Abyss, and I'm sure he'd seen much worse than these things. Much, much worse.

Sighing, I gave in and asked if he could bring me to Abyss again, maybe I'd fine the source there. To be continued.