Dark Purple

(Fixed some things)

It was about 2 in the morning when it 'started'. Key woke up in a silent panic. They didn't move or make sound. It wasn't that their body refused too, it was that they couldn't. Something was watching them and they knew it. Key shallowed their breath, trying to be as quiet as possible. They dare go back to sleep now. The thing, whatever it was, new they were awake. The only thought running through their head was "It's too loud, it's too loud." Key could hear their heart beating at a alarming rate and desperately wanted to rip it out to silence it. The room was dead quiet for a minute or two before Key mentally said "Fuck it." and grabbed their heavy duty flashlight from under their pillow, shining it at the far corner of the room. Something tall and dark quickly dissappeared into a puddle on the floor, the strange liquid making its way into the cracks of the floorboards. Key sighed of relief "I thought I told you to fuck off you stupid shadow..." they mumbled, turning on their lamp and turning the flashlight off. Key took a moment to register their breathing and feel their pulse before grabbing a note on the side of their bed. Key read through the note. Though, Key wasn't the best at reading or writing. "Take meds...don't panic? Gezze" He sighed, setting the note back down and getting up to get some water. Of course, Key took the flashlight just in case. He made his way through the house and too the kitchen. His footsteps not making a sound. Key was afraid to look at any windows or mirrors on his way through the dark house. When he walked past a mirror, he ducked as if something dangerous would grab him. Maybe it was paranoia or maybe it was instinct. Either way, he didn't feel his family would understand the 'dangers' of a mirror in a dark room. Key got to the kitchen and quenched his thirst. "Mmm...oh water, why do you taste so good when I'm in fear?" He asked the fairly inanimate object before putting the cup in the sink and heading back to his room. Key debated on whether he should go back to bed or not. He was certainly tired but the dream he had wasn't exactly preferable by any standards. "It's not like they can hurt hurt me." The boy whispered, trying to reason with himself. He layed back down in hopes that he would have a better dream, even if he dosent remember it all that well. Then, he began to reflect on that mental statement. Key usually remembers his dreams in an unusual amount of detail wich ranges from "I remember what I saw" too "It felt like I was really there". Thinking of this made him disconnect more and more from the real world, allowing him to fall asleep once again.

It was now 11:39. Key was at lunch with his school friends. They all talked and messed around. Key sat on a metal chair with his knees comfortably to his chest, his therapy pillow between his legs as he ate plain tortilla chips from a bag. It was like any other day for his little circle of friends. The only difference was that someone he didn't like very much was hanging out with them today. Their name was Relly and lets just say they don't have the best reputation. Because of this, Key kept his distance as to not cause conflict but was listening to the group conversation. "OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING!" One of Key's close friends announced loudly. "Mac can be short for macaroni or a acronym for macaroni and cheese!" This stirred a fairly large amount of similar responses from the group. "Hey I have one." Relly said "Therapist can be separated to be the-" Relly was cut off by the sound of metal scraping the cement. Before anyone could look over, Key had a pocket up to their neck. "Finnish that fucking sentence. I dare you." Key had an overly threatening look in their eyes and animus in their voice. Everyone in the group seemed frozen as the world went on without them. Relly smirked and opened their mouth to continue their sentence but was cut off yet again by Key trying to jam a blade in their throat. If they couldn't then they'd probably beat Relly to death. Luckily, one of Key's friends grabbed him from behind and pulled them back. "Key, we talked about this. No violence towrds others." Key began to squirm frantically, attempting to escape their grasp. "I SWEAR IF THAT LOPSIDED RECTANGLE SAYS ONE MORE FUCKING WORLD I'LL SLIT THEIR THROAT WITH A STALE TORTILLA CHIP!" In an adrenaline fueled rage Key's threats aren't as threatening as what they'd actually do. Key continued to struggle for a few more seconds before giving up entirely. "Fine..." at this point, Relly had already ran away. Key's friends looked surprised. "You're giving up already?" Key began to pile their full body weight on his friend. "Yeah..." Key's friend lets go. "Don't worry, I'm just tired..."