A lady; a child's broken heart.
Insanity.
It's a dangerous thing.
A scary thing.
Yet sometimes, it can be... exciting. Ever thought, what if I am consumed by the monster inside myself? What if I am unable to control my... sanity? What will happen when we lose ourselves in the pits of our own problems?
How would it feel?
Regret? Bliss? Sadness?
Apathy?
Can we go back from whatever we've committed in that state of mind? Can we undo our 'mistakes'? Our wrongs and faults? The people we've killed and the lives we've ruined?
Can we go back?
Will our crimes go unpunished?
Will I realize what I'm doing until it's too late?
Because I can feel myself, slowly, slowly, slowly slipping away. Slowly falling, slowly fading. Slowly losing my mind.
Will I realize...?
"Reid what the fu―?!" Kei squirms, sending a slap across my cheeks. My eyes widens, registering what just happened. I quickly drop the syringe in my hand, letting it hit the hard tiled floor.
It takes me a while to realize what I'm doing, my legs straddling the boy as he fights against my hands, tightly wrapped against his scarred throat. His eyes rolling back as he gasps, nails scratching against my fingers.
"Reid—" He gasps.
"Don't do this—"
Adrenaline fills me, and I find myself heaving as he chokes against my fingers. He tries to speak, albeit suffocating.
"Gray―"
As if a trigger, I snap out of my little dazed mind, quickly pulling my hands away as I stumble off the bed. My heartbeat drums against my ears, adrenaline coursing throughout my entire body.
What was I doing?
Kei gasps, body tense against the mattress and eyes wide at the ceiling. "Reid," He calls, a hand on his chest.
"You need to go to therapy."
My hands shake, vibrating in a way it might be a seizure. Every nerve, every drop of blood in my body pulsates like a galloping horse, sending distress signals through me.
He stood up, a hand rubbing his throat, feet wobbly as he kneels beside me
I stare at my trembling hands, somehow vivid red, somehow dripping...
Drip, drip, drip.
And as I blink, it disappears. Kei reaches out to me, but I smack his hand away, making him stagger as I shift behind, my body hitting the wall.
There's a window just above my head. I could...
But I promised.
Live on.
"D-don't touch me!" I hiss, backing further into the wall. How could I? How could I try to murder the only boy who cares for me?
How could I?
Will I do the same to Gray?
He gives me a moment to relax, but I fail to do so. My breaths come in pants, heaving hard as thoughts race against my head.
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Our Tainted Dream
Romance"Don't tell me the only thing you miss about her are her cookies." She laughs, elbowing my ribs. "That's just depressing." I laugh too, putting on a smile I haven't put on for a long time. "Of course not." I sigh, ruffling her messy locks. "Her cook...
