She's a Rainbow - Michael Langdon x Reader

Beginnings

Your laugh is high, unnaturally so. The tainted alcohol has bled into your veins making the world spin, causing dark shapes to flit across your vision. The sky seems so close, you tilt your head back reaching out to touch it, so very close. Your balance falters and the heavens are ripped from your grasp as you descend towards the pavement, so close. A sure set of hands clutch at you, catching you before you fall completely.

'Now, Now Darlin' there'll be none of that, we can't have you hurtin' yourself can we?' comes the velvet whisper in your ear.

You want to speak but your mouth doesn't move, the words stick in your throat. Your body is not your own.

The owner of the voice lifts you effortlessly; the open expanse of sky greets you again. So beautiful.

Perhaps that's the last thing you saw, a milky evening with specks of stardust. That would've been nice. No blood. No clammy faces hovering over your prone form as they seek pleasure from your flesh. No pain in your most secret places. Nothing but the heavens above and peace.

But this place is beautiful too, in its own way. Sunshine makes colours dance through Tiffany glass. The unkempt garden is a whispering wildness. It's quiet here, besides the others but they are easily avoided consumed with their own suffering. This is your home now.