Illusion // Jelix

Part Ten

Seàn's kiss was like a thousand wishes I could never wish for.

I walked into his room joyfully to greet the day with what else he had to offer me.

As the door opened, my head sprouted with pain. I grasped onto my head and moaned.

It faded away and I perked my head up. There I saw Seàn, in the dark corner of his room sitting in a ball.

I ran up to him and crouched down to his level. Cries stained his cheeks.

"Seàn?! Seàn what is it?! What's happening?" I panicked.

He shakes and went into a smaller position. He was in pure fear. Blood dripped from the top of his head.

He mouthed the words, "Leave."

"I'm not leaving you! What happened?! Why are you bleeding?!"

"He's.... Here..." He mouthed again.

"Seàn! Seàn I told you there is nothing to worry about!" I started to cry a bit.

The room around me seemed to get darker. I head ached and my ears rang at a high pitch screech.

I noticed on Seàn that his wrists were cut and bleeding, along with the back of his ankles. A knife lay beside him.

"Seàn! Seàn you don't have to do this to yourself! You're okay! Please!"

Seàn's eyes widened and looked beside me. I turned around and saw nothing. Nothing but flickering lights and on and off darkness.

Although one thing was different. The paintings were ripped. Written on them in black market was "Don't trust the sane man."

I looked back over at Seàn who had the blood now dropping to his cheek. I ran to go get a cloth from the bathroom. I heard a loud bang and sobs.

Re-entering the room, I made contact with two men. They held a knife over Seàn's throat.

"Get away from him!" I yelled.

The two men turned to me. It almost seemed as if Seàn and Mark were standing right there. But with different features. Darker features.

One looking like Seàn stepped towards me slowly as he talked.

"We͏ll ẃǫu̶l̷d͝ ͝y͏o͝u ͢look át ̶who w̷e hav́e̸ h̀e͝re̸.͏?"

I backed away as he stepped closer. I feel like this is all a bad dream. All of the darkness of the room, the flickering light bulbs, my heart pounding out of my chest. I could feel Sean's sweet blue eyes pray for me.

"F̠̭̞e̤̮̞ḽ̱̦̻͓̰́i̼͙̰̪x.̤̣͇̭̥.̘̙̱͙̫.̛" He spoke with a cracked and devilish tone.

It was clear to me. Who I was encountering. Anti, Antisepticeye. Pressed against a wall face to face with this figment of my imagination. He shot me a diabolic smile.

He placed the tip of his index finger on my chin, "M̀y̷ ̕o͘h͏ my̕, isń'͢t̵ th̸i͠s ͠a s͜peci̶a̷l  ̷occ̕as͝ion̵?" 

"No..." I breathed heavily, "No, you're not real. You're my torment. You're my own m-mind... You're not real..."

His voice got deeper. "T͚̜́h͕͜e̺͓̱̩̕n̯̱ ̖͓̩̰ͅw̢͍͈̦͍̗͚h̡͎̳̗y͚̝̖̜͈͝ ̣̝̠̬͇͜a͙͕̰r҉e̩ ͕͓̺̖y͍ͅͅou̪̠̗͎̳ ̳̩͟s͉̭̮̼̗͈̦c̠͍̦͖̥̩ͅa̗̳̫̰ŕ̼e͖͉̫̫͘d̦̘͕̜?"

Anti placed his lips against mine. It felt as if I was kissing Sean again. In my mind I heard Sean's muffled screaming in my mind. All I could see in the darkness was him. He was tied up, tape over his mouth, trembling and weeping; blood dripping over his eyes. 

Anti let go and smirked, "P̢it̰i̸̙̱f̟͍̠u̴l͔̲,͔̳ ̟̦̣a̜̣̯̼̠͚̻r͙͙̬̗e̛̟n̛̥'̗͔̫̬t̨̗̣ yo̢̗u͙̯̖̮̖?̭͎̣͎̺ͅ"

He slid the backside of his hand against my cheek and stepped away, making his way over to Sean. He was now like what I had seen, tied up, more injured, mouth forced shut. The other man, kicked him in his stomach. Anti did the same.

I gripped onto my head, "NO! YOU'RE NOT REAL! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! YOU'RE NOT REAL!"

Anti turned to me, "Poor̀ ̢p̛oor̕ F̸eli͏x̨.̨.͞. I'v̢e ̧s͝eȩn eve͘r̡y ̨m͘o҉vȩ you mąkę.̶.̵ ͏C͜o͠mf̡or͜t͘in͠g͠ ͝h͢im, b̧ein̵g ̡h͢i͢s͏ ̶fri̡end͠, ̛fall͡in̕g̸ ͏fo͏r̸ ̴him͢, s̴a͏vi̸ng ̢him̸.̵ I ̨was̢ ther҉e͠ ҉for̵ e̛v̕ery̧ mo̕me͏nt̸ of ̸i̴t͝. ̧M͘aķi̡ng̀ ͡him̶ ́r̶ea҉li̸ze ͢it̴'͏s̴ tḩe ̛e̷n̕d̀.̢"

"NO! T-THIS IS A DREAM! A NIGHTMARE! SEAN IS FINE! I'M FINE! YOU'RE NOT REAL!"

I collapsed onto my knees, "Please.. Please... Don't be real..."

"D͉̭̲̻̰̻̩͘a̡̺̮̰͓r͓̤͇̺͉̠̼k͏̼,҉͓̺͕̬̩̱͎ p҉̫̗l̰̻e̪̯͓̟͘a҉̬̯̙̼̫̬se̷͚̳̣ ̺͕̼̦̝͈s͕ho҉̻w̰̺̳̮̰ ̴F̲è̹̣͚̬̯l̙̝͓i͡x ̠̀w̷͇̳͇h͕͇̝͞a͏̗ͅṭ͍͉̜ ḻ̮̹̮̮͔o͇͖̲͉̗v̪̹̻͚̜e̡̖̻̲͕ w̨̟̩̘̬̫̣͕i̲ţ̺̖̹͚̮͖h͎̟̦̭͈ ҉̗̯̳͕͕̰̮S̱̜̯̘̭̼͉̕e̵̦̲aṋ̡̰̙̘ ̼̗w̱͔̤̱o̟̥u͡lḑ͙ ̼̭̼͢b͡e̺͈̳͈̹̘̕ ̫̰͍͉̮l͏̬̙̳i̘͔̟̣͉͔̗k̹̗͎e̢̬͍͙̗.̤̭̠͖͈͓̭.̣̲͓̤̰̩.̸̱̥̟̣͍"

Dark, a man very similar to Mark yanked my wrist and pulled me onto a chair. He tied thick rope around my hands and legs. I squirmed and screamed to be released. Sean sat in front of me, head looking down. 

"Sean, please, look at me." No response, "Everything will be okay."

He shook his head no.