Petrichor| - the pleasant scent of the earth after rain.
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Innocent. Innocent. Innocent.
Black.
Blood on my hands. Am I soaked in water or sweat?
A smile.
Rain dripping down from the roof, drops staining my window.
The sky. Dark. The stars look very different, then bright orange.
Sunrise.
"... the state between today and tomorrow..."
One pill, two pill, fourteen.
Blue or red?
Choose.
A loud scream.
A silent creak of the door.
A light kiss on the cheek.
A dead body, floating in the water like an angel through the sky.
Innocent.
Guilt, blame.
A soft touch on my skin. My tears being swept away.
Sweat on my body. Shivering.
Orange. Orange.
"I want to help you."
"I trust you."
"I care about you."
I'm in love with you.
Silence. Deafening.
Memories. Cold, lonely, dark, pain, more pain, chains.
Memories. Bright, warm, soft hands, a smile, a drawing, a name, two names. Free.
Fingers intertwines with mine. There is a soft feeling on my skin, a furious feeling in my stomach. Why does it feel so good and bad at the same time?
A mouth, full of water, lips pale. "There is truth." What do you mean? Where can I find it? I know the truth, don't I? An uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. What is this?
Red lips, other lips. So kissable. "You're innocent."
Stop.
Not enough air fills my lungs as I shoot up from my bed. I pant heavily, trying to come to my senses before rubbing over my eyes quickly. I can hear the rythm of the rain outside of my window and it slowly but surely brings me back to my senses.
At least for now.
Why won't this stop? The everlasting cycling of my brain, keeping me from catching my breath, making me lose my mind.
I really feel like losing my mind.
I sigh, exhausted as I let myself fall back onto the hard matress. It's too silent in this room. For too long already.
I almost wish, that the nurse would come in to get me for my therapy.
At least than I can make sure, that I'm not growing insane.
Well, at least not even more.
I am tired from lying on my bed. I stand up, not knowing what to do. I want to get out of here. So badly. I want Sana to take my hand and pull me up the hill again. I don't care if I'll be cold or not. I don't care if it's raining and you can't even see the sun.
I just want Sana.
There's coldness in everything I do. Even as I stand up and start moving in my room, I don't feel like my feet belong to myself, like the noise of my feet on the floor isn't caused by me.
Am I really growing insane?
6 days passed by. Three days without talking to anyone.
And there are too many thoughts in my head, everything in a mess.
I feel like drowning.
Once again, I want to drown.
I'm tired.
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Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)
Fanfiction- Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth. - Insane, that's what they say. One single word to describe everything that happened, and why it had to happen sooner or later- Insanity. note: everything about the mental illnesses and treatme...
