I cry out in pain and confusion. My body sinks to the floor. He stands over me, chuckling darkly. My shoulder, my shoulder blade to be exact, is screaming at the knife going through it. Blood trickles down my back.
"Ha ... Habit?" I say, trying to figure out why he'd do this.
"Talk, talk, talk. It's all you ever fuckin' do. Did you ever think that maybe I wasn't a good choice for you?"
"Habit, please, it's me," I plead.
"I know it's you, y/n. I just don't fucking care. Not anymore, that is. You never understood why I picked you. Well, here's why; It's because you're fucking pathetic. Seriously, though, you couldn't even stand up for yourself when we met. And now?" He rips the knife out. I bite my lip to try to not scream, only to fail. "Now, you're gonna die. By my hands, you will die screaming like the little bitch you are."
This can't be happening. This can't be happening.
Maybe this isn't really him. Maybe, like me, like Noah, there are other hims here. Maybe he is just the more sadistic and evil Habit we all know and love. Maybe my Habit is still coming for me.
"You ... aren't Habit."
"Oh? Well, that's where you're wrong. I am Habit. I'm just not what you expected."
"Yeah, because you're a different Habit. You're not the same one as before. You're the asshole version of the real one. The pathetic ass bitch who thinks he rules the world."
"Do you want me to slit your throat?" he growls in my ear. "Because I will. I've killed for less than this."
"No you won't. You know why? It's rather simple, really. It's because you're not real."
"I'm not real, eh? Then why is your back bleeding, you fucking idiot?"
"Because you stabbed me, duh." I force a laugh. "Now who's the idiot?"
"I wouldn't say such things if I were you."
"What, are you Prince Humperdink now?"
He punches me across the face. I fall hard and dramatically. I spit in his face, blood mixing with it.
"This won't make you the real Habit," I say.
"I don't care," he snarls.
I just seriously hope that I can make it until my Habit comes.
