Yohio woke with a start, their eyes staring at the ceiling with rapid breaths. Fuck. Again they didn't take their medicine. They got up walking over to the bathroom and eyeing the vibrant orange plastic with the tacky white top of the medicine bottle. They hated taking it, almost felt like they was turning into a zombie every time. Stupid doctor prescribed it to be too strong.
The blonde picked up the bottle, only two pills were left.
A curse left their lips as they opened the bottle, swallowing down the pills with some water from the sink.
Yohio tossed the bottle aside before going back to bed.
A week later . . .
Voices screamed on every corner and they saw their deceased sister waving with a sadistic giggle at them.
Yohio had been without their medicine for a week and they've had increasing hallucinations. They just hoped their racing heart wouldn't attract a vampire into their mansion. Yohio was constantly running, tossing and turning in bed, and completely unable to stay still with the horrid paranoia that plagued them. They took a deep breath as they speedwalked around the halls of the mansion, the emptiness of the halls seemed to close in on them.
The sound of a bird taking off from a tree branch. Flinch.
The sound of their own footsteps. Flinch.
The sound of crashing thunder. Flinch with a whimper.
Yohio sat down on the velvet couch in a small lounge, eyes staring dazedly out the window. Their manager hasn't came yet to check in on them yet, and wouldn't until it was their next songwriting session.
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