Sober (Ticci Toby x reader)

Lost

The teenage boy ran deep into the woods while holding a bloody hatchet in his dominant hand. He pushed past the dead tree branches that covered his path and let the orange and brown leaves crunch under himself as much as they pleased. He kept a steady but fast pace and closely listened to the police sirens that were starting to become distant. For once in his life, his mind was blank. Blank like the dark black sky above him that he couldn't admire because he was fleeing away from his life. His chest tightens and his breathing becomes heavier so the brunette stopped running and rested his pale bandaged hand on a tree to balance his weight and steady his breathing again. He took this chance to finally look around at his surroundings.

It was cold, a cold dark night when only the brisk autumn air was your only friend. Everything around him was dark and only the moon provided light that beamed through the leaves of the skinny trees, but even then he could barely see.

The boy was wearing a black turtleneck that smelled like smokey fire, blue jeans that were covered in dried blood, and black dirty sneakers that were covered in dirt. His mind was fogged by the situation he had just stunted a few hours ago, Did all of that really happen? He thought to himself as he leaned his back against a tall oak tree and stared at all of the same trees in front of him that seemed to stretch a mile away.

He looked down at his occupied hand that assisted the rusty old hatchet that once belonged to his Dad. The silver hatchet reflected his face and he saw the monster that he had become, the dark circles that surrounded his dark brown eyes, his fair tangled brown hair that was pointing in every direction, and finally the dried blood that only splattered some parts of his face. He quickly dropped the hatchet making it land in the dirt, he felt the hot tears sting the brim of his eyes, How am I supposed to live with myself after today? What have I become? The voices in his head grew louder.

He slid himself down to the bottom of the tree and he pulled his knees close to his chest. The bitter wind blew in his face and made the skinny branches start to dance, he closed his eyes tightly, "Please." He choked out, "Let this all be a dream."