oak trees // misfits

d a r k

there is no ship, its just a vent chapter, im sorry.

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mason has always been afraid of the dark. but he's never been more afraid of it now.

it was about 2am, meaning everyone else was probably asleep.

mason's room was pitch black. the mix of a dark room and dark thoughts probably wasn't the greatest thing.

the sadness struck him out of nowhere. one minute he was fine and 5 seconds later he was on the verge of a break down for no reason.

it was so overwhelming. blood and sadness mixed together and drip from his now bitten nails, a habit he had to get rid of.

he needed help in this moment. someone to get his mind off everything and calm him down. but he was certain everyone was sleeping and waking up someone wasn't an option right now.

his dark room didn't help either. he'd feel much better with the lights on, so his anxiety didn't convince him there was a murder at the end of the bed.

"aw fuck someone help me," mason whispered. he held his head with his hands and dug his not very long nails into his skull.

unfortunately, there wasn't a savior. it wasn't like the stories where someone is awake and can help him. (calling myself out here) no this was real life, a sad reality.

sleeping definitely wasn't an option either. mason had run out of melatonin the other day and forget to get more. the insomnia kept him up, and that got him think, and that made him sad, and now he'd rather die then put up with the pain.

mason desperately wanted music right now, cause the silence wasn't helping either, but he didn't know where his phone was. and the anxiety that something would jump out and kill him held him in bed.

it was the worst of the worst for him.

he'd just have to wait it out, wait for the pain to die down and the anxious thoughts to give up.

mason went to bed at 5am.

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a/n: im sorry i keep writing vent chapters, it keeps my mind off things. i'll get a real chapter out eventually.