Akuma

Prologue

(A/N): You better have read those warnings people.

Edited! Still bad, read at your own risk.

I dug my nails into my legs, trying to distract myself from what had happened. My wide eyes were still tracing the wallpaper of the corner I had pushed myself into. The white and black colors assaulting my eyes in stark contrast to the blood from earlier.

The shock swept through my system. My head began to feel light thanks to my breathing becoming sporadic. A crawling sensation traveled down my spine, not unlike a tarantula creeping down your back. I shakily pressed my hands to the walls, using them to help me stand. I dug my fingers into the wallpaper when I felt my knees begin to buckle. I wasn't aware of how long I had spent sitting on the living room floor, but it was obviously too long.

With eyes locked onto the doorway, I slowly stumbled to my bedroom. I felt my breathing go back to normal as the soothing gray of my walls gave me a warm hug. I gently closed the door behind me out of habit, letting a few tears slip past my eyes as soon as I heard the click of the door. I grasped at my sides, once again sinking my nails into myself.

I held back a sob as I walked to my bed. My quivering body screaming protests when I sat upon my stiff mattress. More wails thrashed in my throat as I flopped onto my back.

I scanned the sticky notes that my parents and I had placed onto the low ceiling; well, my parents wrote and hid them around the house, I would find them and put them up on the ceiling. Each sticky note had its own "positive message" on it. Then, to pair with this, when they were all stuck in a neat fashion, they formed a sprawling pattern of a lazy rainbow. It was quite pretty and profoundly eye-catching in my otherwise dark themed room.

Looking for a while longer, I began to read some of the messages.

"Keep up your good grades!" My parents stuck this one on my report card when I brought it home. Well, a few report cards ago.

"Talk to some new people today, Lumi." This sticky note was on my phone when I woke up in the morning. My parents were getting concerned since I didn't hang out with anyone after school anymore. The short nickname made me smile warmly all day.

"School doesn't have muffin on you Lumia!" I had found this one inside of a muffin that I had hastily grabbed when I was running late to school. It made me smile after I had coughed it back up. I showed it to my dad when I got home later, causing him to groan. My Mother loved puns.

More tears welled up, an aching pulsing from my soul. An unhappy warmth flooded out from my necklace. I sighed as I pushed myself up, my back sore from my old mattress. The entity trapped within my necklace snickered at my discomfort, temporarily distracting them from their impatience.

I walked to my bathroom to wash up. I stared at my shattered mirror. My left hand still stung whenever I saw shards of glass. At the time I told myself that I didn't mean to destroy it, but now, I wasn't so sure. The living madness that inhabited my necklace had convinced me to do it, but, I wouldn't have broken the mirror if I didn't want to at least a little. Right?

I undressed to check my clothing for blood, or any remnants of what had happened, for that matter. I thankfully hadn't gotten anything on my hoodie and pajama shirt, my shorts were a different story. The blood wasn't too noticeable on the black parts, and they were luckily mostly black; the large blue stripe down the middle and sides, however, made it excessively obvious. My legs had blood on them as well. There was some on my wrist, as they hadn't been protected by the latex gloves I had worn. My socks were the worst though. While being egged on by Akumu, my necklace's madness, I had stomped on their skulls. The sick, reverberating crunch of my mother's nose had caused me to snap out of it. No pun intended as that was my mother's thing.