Triple-Dipped In Compassion

Soon?

Staring down at the mark I sighed and let my head lean against the wall.

"I should stop this..." My voice murmured, but it didn't feel attached to my body, it didn't feel mine.

I could only guess who it belonged to...

Someone weak?

Someone broken.

Definitely someone I should listen to... But her voice was drowned out by my screams.
Well actually, who am I kidding?

It's my voice I can't listen to, because I've been ripped out of my mind by the demons that rest there now. They've made their bed in my soul, and they've made their statement of sleeping in it.

Or am I just too tired...
To fight for the right to hear my own heart beat again.

"Sleep...

Sleep...

Sleep..."

My bed coaxed...

A false promise.

But my head...
Oh my fucking head, like a slave, obeyed.

Hoped?

Naively believed.

Or it would've, were it not for my phone.

I let a small smile flit across my lips and picked up after I noticed the name.

"Hey Lev-"

Although even that hope crumbled away.

Blew away...

Like dried roses in the breeze....

The sobs came first - those cries when someone gasps for breath but can't get any because their own sorrow is strangling their pleas, his choked resistance easily swatted away by a laughing maniac which branded the raw flesh of his soul with pain.

"Levi?" I breathed gently, stepping on the thinnest ice.

All it took was his,

"I- need you"

And I was marching down the stairs. But it wasn't those words that made me move, panting as I ran, screamed, chased his happiness which was slipping away while my lungs burned.

No...

It was the way he said my name.
The way he whimpered when the blade fell on the floor.

I heard it...