A/N: This, can be taken as a one shot or the beginning of the 'Toxic' universes storyline. Either way. Suicide, self harm, depressing stuff below. Proceed with caution.
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They told them 'everything must end.'
Darkness ebbed painfully through the body like a swift blade to the heart, filling the mind with poison and sickening thunders of anger. A blazing, flaring pain, shot through the systems to the soul, embellishing the scars crossing paradoxical plains hidden within the short frame of a person more tangled than headphone wires.
The words seemed to burn at the back of the throat, unable to come out other than a fluctuating, unbareable strings running in circles, oozing outward and threatening to spill the jet black liquid of cracked universe everywhere. It spills down the lips of the broken frame, cracking the delicate frame and washing away the thoughts, feeling, emotions, and past. What was left wasn't even a shell, it was but a mere figment of imagination.
Vision tunneled, light rapidly fading, black spots clouding vision like a cracked computer screen, everything turned into a horrible, unbearable static, clinging at the very edges of reality and filling it with the knowing sense of dread, and defeat.
In the silence, in the breaking world that crumbled, over the sound of thousands of snapping strings, cracking realities and eroding memories, a surge of endless internal burning pushed the body to move, in a shaking fit of madness, far away from the centre of the tear in time. And so move away it did. Far away, without a pause for breath, through blurred vision, and endless twisting paths that the mind warped even further, reaching up and into the dying stars.
And then there were a wrecking numbness, and suddenly the skies that were bright and hopeful, scattered with beads of light, became unberably dull, drowned by the darkness, a hanging blanket of doom slowly suffocating the world. Even the red hot tears were icicles on the skin, freezing everything. The ground was uneven, and suddenly, the body was laid on it, empty. Cold, damp, and lifeless.
But everything must end, and so, this must pass. The body, after endless hours of numbing cold, stumbled home, and everything came to pass. The world continued spinning, and though it had stopped for the mind, it swirled around them in a constant motion. Unstoppable force, continuing. But the long walks to work, the bustling of the city - the same warmth that had filled them had left.
Lifeless eyes, wrecked body, empty soul. As if it had been snapped in half, and thrown away. The air of the cold beings dwelling had become unfamiliar, almost, in a way - Toxic. Even the blood red droplets in the sink did nothing to reach the mind again. It was truely lost - forever wandering between an abyss created the rainy day a time that could not be told for certain. From the beginning of a dreary existence, and the end of a universe.
And then one day a peculiar thing happened. The red droplets cut like a blade deeper than skin; through to a mind thought forever lost, pulling at the severed strings that still, every now and then on a dark night, tangled in the dark shadows and numbing medication, bled out painfully and wracked the body with almost unbearable sobs of pain and anguish, and drove the body to reflection. An existence so easily erased, so quickly by their own hand that the fact they had somehow wandered for so much time had seemed almost pitiful.
They stared down at the small white tablets under the cold unfeeling lights, and then they were gone, flowing through them. Then there were more, and more, and then..there was none. A fuzzy feeling flooded through the universe, wrapping itself tightly around everything, and it went up in black flames made of void.
As they threw the last small white tablet back, closing their eyes, everything slipped away, so, so far away. The body smiled, and the mind, felt its loss for the last time. They reached out in that moment, and the mind and body as one recounted the line that killed universes, and recounted it to the memories, to the thoughts, to the fears.
They told them "Everything must end."
