Searing pain ripped through your neck, dragging you down into an abyss of darkness and turmoil. Your blood boiled and pounded inside your ears, the only thing you could hear was the aggressive thumping of your heartbeat and a flatline going on forever. Sweat beaded at your forehead constantly, no matter how many times you tried to wipe it away. There was red everywhere you looked, so much dark red that maybe your eyes were close and you were seeing your nasty insides. You gnashed your teeth a lot, grinding them into a powder because something felt wrong inside of your mouth. You feened. You were parched. You couldn't handle the pain anymore, yet you welcomed it.
Is this what it felt like to slowly lose your mind?
Though your eyes are open you can't think of why; your heart is pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into your carotid. You can feel yourself strain into the utter darkness and pain, breathing rate beginning to steady.
You wake as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. Your heart still beats fast and there is a buzzing in your brain and together they can be as panicked with jump-leads. Only now your brain is as a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving.
As your eyes adjusted, through the window the sun began to sink lower in the sky. Dusk comes sooner than expected, the last of the sun's rays cosseted behind soft grey cloud. The room takes on the look of an old photograph, every familiar thing a shade of grey. Slowly the view fades to blackness and the night begins. Surprisingly it was easy for you to switch to the brother's nocturnal schedule. It was like pulling all nighters all over again in high school but this time being productive and getting to properly rest throughout the whole day. You didn't mind it at all.
"You're awake, finally."
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"Yoongi!" you frantically grabbed at the sheets to cover yourself despite being fully dressed. What exactly was this man's problem with being in your room without permission? Did vampires not understand the concept of privacy??
His glossy eyes narrowed down at you, then proceeded to roll back inside his head,"You're so fucking annoying. Get up already!" He huffed, backing away from your bed.
"What do you except me to do??" you defended yourself wildly, sure this may have been blown out of proportion, but why did he insist on creeping up on you like that?? No one ever heard of knocking apparently.
"Not overreact," his lips pressed together to form a thin line, and he shrugged it off simply.
"You were in my bed!" You hated how you were almost yelling while he remained so calm. "While I was SLEEPING."
