[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

Her Scream ✓

XXXTENTACION — Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares
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"tears are words that need to be written."—Paula Coelha
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The 12th of April, Year 2020.

     A year passes.

     It has become a fun routine for the psycho fellow, still confused with himself, to taunt Alessia. Sebastian will go to him and his buddies' hideout, down in the basement every evening to make her life seem even more useless than it already is to her. He always starts with talk about his day and its problems, before getting angry at her lack of response and starts beating her with harsh reality and words summoned from Hell itself.

     She once thought that she was too broken to break again, but how wrong she was to have her mind swirling around a simple phrase. After all, shes human and she's not made out of glass. For a whole year; every month, every week, every coming evening, it worsens. Today, it's an absolute execution. Sebastian is going hardcore, as if he really wants to decimate her psyche. Now, she'd really become nothing but a doll.

     Always, she has been treated like a doll, his personal venting doll. He even forgets to feed her from time to time, or maybe he does it on purpose, using the excuse that she's so quiet he sometimes forget she's even alive. An adult-child, that's what he is; making sick jokes, smiling while speaking gruesomely, throwing tantrums and worst of all, his laugh—"Heehee!" What is this? The dark side of Michael Jackson?

     Alessia stares at the man through black-rimmed, swollen eyes. Her face is sunken and she's malnourished; unbathed for a week now—something else he keeps 'forgetting'. Sebastian has the freedom of movement, but as the year was going by, he became skinnier and seemingly more tired. Neglecting his own health as he does hers. It's obvious he's tormented too, tormenting Alessia with his torment as a means of relief.

     He has become like this because of unrecognized feelings he believes shouldn't have had. He is determined to get her to talk though unsure of his reasons. He was insane before personality-wise, but he's truly insane now. Trapped in a cycle, however expecting different results, when it's always been the same outcome everytime; tears and silence. He also hallucinates, visualizing Anissa as if she wasn't put down by his own gun and standing before him as good as new, plump and sexy.

     Alessia, after all this time, still could not find it in herself to utter a word and each time he places a strain on her mind about it, she bursts into tears. She makes sounds while crying, but apparently that's not the sound Sebastian is set on getting.

     As said before, today is a different day. She doesn't know what he did in the day, because he didn't speak about it and in an instant, went down on her the moment he entered the den. He comes on extreme–over the top. He shouts, raging on and on, shooting insincere words, sharp syllable after syllable, snake-like sentences and mostly words of abuse and nothingness, before her brain fries completely. She crystallizes before his very eyes and shatters into more than a billion pieces, screaming for the first time in what seems to be sadness and rage—!

     "KILL ME! JUST FUCKING KILL ME!"

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A/N: The typo killed my vibe.