Aphotic(h.s au)

•Seven

Sorry for not updating for like a month ❤️
Finally casted Sky Ferraria as Taron! woohoo
I really love the song listen to it for the whole chapter.
I promise to update more regularly now. SLAP SWEAR
May be triggering

Tarons PoV

It all came back too vividly. Again.  I walked out the doors. The truck hit the car head on. I tried to run towards the wreckage but I has held back by some random strangers. Then I fell to my knees and I was falling through an empty blackness. Until I almost impact on the invisible surface and wake up.

I feel a cold sensation seep through my clothes in which I was sleeping. My eyes immediately snapped open to see a slightly disheveled Harry looking quite petrified.

I sat up and glanced at my wet clothes and bedsheets, raising an eyebrow as to ask for an explanation.

"All night you just moved and shuffled constantly and then you started whimpering and shouting, so I went to get you some water and I got back and you looked in distress and you were writhing and silently screaming. I had the water. I threw the water. You woke up. Problem solved."

I walked out, unimpressed but saw a sleeping Liam and Niall in what should have been my room and it was only 5 am so I just grabbed some new clothes and padded quietly into the bathroom to get changed. I had to head upstairs to Perries bathroom since it's the only one with female deodorant and stuff like that.

I crept into the bathroom making sure to make no noise and I slipped on my trackies and jumper silently.

I sat on the lid of the toilet and sighed. I swung my head around and my eyes caught a glimpse of that demonic metal and almost if on que, the skin on my arms begged for the metallic taste.

It took every once of my willpower to get my ass out of that bathroom even though it felt like I was attached to bungee cords, always pulling me back.

I managed to get back to Harrys room before it started.

I lay down, my skin now pleading with its everything and flashbacks of blood and bandages came flooding back.

I couldn't take it, nor could my skin. I walked back to Perries bathroom and found a spare shaver. It was plastic so I could easily cracked the casing to get to the metal blade.

I dragged it across my scarred skin, relief instantly flooding into me. Little pearls appeared along the red lines carved into my skin.

Again.

Again.

Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.

Until my skin was no longer white but red.

I stared at the mess of my arms and it became increasingly difficult to breathe and my heart race was booming. I felt claustrophobic and my head ached for a painkiller of some sort.

I ran back to Harry's room and into the bathroom and the panic sunk in. I could feel the sense of overhanging doom loom over me like a rain cloud, and the tears streamed down my face.

Seconds felt like minutes and the door slammed open.

My eyes were closed. I'd like to have kept it that way. A voice hushed and comforted me. A pair of strong arms held me to their chest and I fell asleep.