(Akabane Karma x reader) Insanity

Chapter 9

"Why isn't there a word that's the opposite of loneliness? Could it be because people don't know they're lonely until they die?" - Rap Monster

*Warning: This chapter is very dark and may be triggering so please read with caution.*

Second P.O.V.

You woke up on the floor. Drowsy and delirious you rubbed your head trying to think back to what happened. And then the memory of the voice comes back. 'That's right I had and episode.' You thought bitterly getting off of the floor. Walking over to your desk you grab your phone and check the time "1:00 a.m." it read. You sigh "I can't believe I let this happen." you grumble to your self as you walk into the bathroom to take a shower.

Once out of the shower and dressed you decide to go for a walk around you really needed some air after what happened. You haven't been able to explore that much since you got here. Putting on a pair of leggings, a simple white t-shirt, a (f/c) hoodie, and black converse you walked out of the house. Remembering that there was a coffee shop open 24/7 a couple blocks down you start walking. Noticing that not many people were out at this time you started humming a tune to a song you learned in America. You smiled slightly recalling the memory of your time in America. Aside from the job you were assigned it was actually a very fun time. Then the image of a girls smiling face popped up and you stopped in your tracks. "No need to remember her now (Y/N)." You whisper to yourself as you keep walking a feeling of sadness looming over you.

Soon enough you were at the coffee shop and when you opened the door you were greeted by the smell of fresh baked pastries and ground coffee beans. Walking up to the counter you smiled at the boy on the other side. "Hi. What would you like today?" The boy said lazily. 'Must be his first customer all night.' You think to yourself, you smile "I would like an Americano please. Light milk two sugars." He nods, "And your name?" "(Y/N)." You say firmly. "Okay it will be a couple minutes." He scurried away to make the drink while you took a seat at the nearest table. Five minutes later you heard your name called and got up to get your drink. Sitting back down you leisurely  started reading an article on while taking small sips of coffee. The article was about three men found guilty of human trafficking.   

"Three men were found today guilty of being involved in a human trafficking ring. This ring buys and sells young girls to people from all over the world. According to our sources one of the men confessed to being apart of the ring but said all he did was handle the girls and that he had no information. However, the other two don't seem to want to talk. The police say they wont budge and that it's estimated that over 30 young girls have already been tragically taken by this terrible group." 

You clicked off the article you couldn't read anymore of it. It were those type of people you wished you could kill. You wanted to rip their eyes and shove them down their throat. Those men deserved a horrible death. Thinking they could do that to young girls. Tears started to prick at the corner of your eyes as painful memories started to resurface in your brain. Deciding it was best to go home you leave the money on the table throw away the coffee cup and walk out. While you were walking you heard voices coming from the alley. "Come on honey, just a couple more minutes." A slurred mans voice said. "How many times must I tell you no!" A brunette girl yelled. Finally both of them came into view. "I can not believe you! Why do you always bring me to stupid clubs just to get drunk and flirt with other girls!" Yelled the women who was trying to walk away from the drunk man but he grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. "Now, now, now where do you think you are going." The man slurred. Watching this whole situation made you very angry.

"You should stop him. Give him a taste of his own medicine."  The malicious voice came into your head.

"No I can't." You whispered.

"Oh come on he deserves it look at what he is doing. Someone needs to help that poor women." 

 "She does need help..." You said.

"Yes she does, and it seems you are the only one around. So... why don't you give that man what he deserves."

Feeling angry you stomp over to the man who was holding the women hostage between himself and the wall. You grab his arm and slam him against the wall each second you become more and more angry. You look at the women with very intense eyes and say "Go." Nodding she runs off and doesn't look back. "Aw come kid I was just trying to have a little fun. Now let me go I have some unfinished business with that pretty lady who just ran off." You could smell the alcohol on his breath and it made you even angrier.

"What a terrible person this man is (Y/N). End him." The voice orders.

You smirk "Oh I will." You whisper. "What was that doll face? Ya know yer kinda cute maybe you want to take the place of that girl and we can have some fun." The man hiccupped while trying to lean closer to you but you were holding him in place. "You want to have fun? I will show you fun." You said evilly. Unknown to the man giggling was taking over the other girls mind.

-Two hours later back at (Y/N) house-  

You stumbled into the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror your hair was matted and you were very sweaty. Blood covered your face and clothes and hands. The clock in your bathroom read '3:45 a.m.' 

"Oh my (Y/N) you made quiet the mess didn't you?" There it was. "What a monster you are! All you do is hurt people. Nothing you do is right. It must be hard looking at yourself in the mirror and knowing that on the inside all you are is a monster! How does it feel? How does it feel to be a monster?"

"Please..." You whisper, tears spilling down your face, "Stop."

"A pathetic monster! That's all you are that's all you'll ever be! Stop trying to fight you know its true! Just except it. Except the monster that you are."

"No! I won't!" You scream.

"You couldn't save your parents, you couldn't save your friends everyone you love ends up dead and it's always your fault! You are a monster just a pathetic little monster whose only job is to kill! That's all you are good for! Killing. What a monster. Monster. Monster. Monster." The voice starts chanting. You scream, clawing at your head, thrashing, doing anything to try and get the voice to stop. After what feels like an eternity of struggling you end up in the corner of your bed room. Everything looked destroyed. Holding your head in between your knees you breath uneven.

"What are you?"  The voice asks venomously.

Chocking on your words you quietly answer, "A monster."

"And that's all you will ever be."

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IM BACK!!!! And I return with a very dark chapter. So if you read the description you saw I said this will contain some mature things and we are getting to that point where its going to start getting dark. Also disclaimer: In no way am I trying to glorify mental illness because mental illnesses ruin lives. Please remember depression isn't pretty at all it tears people apart inside and really can ruin someone's life. Anyways I'm going to do an authors note explaining everything you need to know! See you then!