-Chaos- Kiribaku Oneshots

🤍|Forgotten.|

Fragile like Porcelain, I shatter as their claws rip me apart.
Lonely like the Stars, I cry alone as their laughs echo in my head.
Lost in an endless nightmare, I scream as the darkness consumes me.

They push me to the ground, tearing me apart, the cracks grow, my skin shatters. The neverending blackness is surrounding me, I can't see a thing. It's cold, the only sound I hear is my body shattering as they dug deeper.

These wolf-like creatures are nothing more but a shadow, their eyes a hole, black tears running down their grey fur. The salvia drenched Fangs drip onto my broken, cold skin. Their silver claws are the only light source, shining devilish as they play with my insides.

I don't know how long I've been here. The only thing I know is pain. This Place is endless, I cannot escape. I can't do anything but huddle together and hug my legs, laying here on the cold black ground, waiting for my death. But I can't die, I can only feel pain.

I lay alone in the endless Darkness, hearing my skin shatter, wounds crack open, I begin to bleed. It hurts, my body feels sick, I begin to cough up blood. My lips are dry and I taste metal, I begin to shake.

The clink of my broken Skin sounds like frozen leaves in the wind, I can feel the shadows watching me.

My voice is hoarse and gone, I can't scream anymore. The only sounds coming out of my mouth are muted cries and breathed whispers, my throat is sore. I state in horror as they come closer, the scratching of their claws making me whimper in panic. What did I do to deserve this? I don't remember anything, my mind is as empty and dark as this place.

Did I ever live? What is my purpose? Am I only alive, if you could call this existence even living, to feel pain? To be tortured? Is this my Purpose? My head hurts from asking questions I have no answer to. I don't have a name, the only thing I know is pain.

The growling is closer, I grip my dirty and ripped clothing, fingernails digging into my skin. I can feel it peel off, falling onto the ground. They lick their teeth, the disgusting sound of their salvia dripping down gives me shivers. "...n-no" my weak excuse of a cry makes the shadow creatures cackle, getting closer and closer.

Please leave me alone. My plead wasn't heard, I curled up more, wanting to disappear on the spot. I feel the auras around me as they split up, surrounding me like a pack of wolves. I don't know where I learned what wolves are, but I just know.

The black ground beneath me has always confused me. It had the same shade as everything, basically invisible. It's cold but has no texture. It's not hard, not soft, not rough, not flat. It just is. it just exists, even if I sometimes can't even feel it, laying in complete darkness, no matter around me.

I get ripped out of my thoughts by a slashing sound, then my mouth opens as my body tries to scream. My vocal cords rip, my eyes fill with tears, running down my pale, porcelain face. The deep cuts on my back crack open the skin around it, the shadow creatures snort in pleasure, hitting me once again. My choked up sobs hurt my throat, but I can't stop, the pain is too vibrant. They grin sadistically and lick their lips, closing in and joining in on the fun, hearing me whimper in terror.

They play with me like I'm their toy, pushing me around, throwing me to the ground, shattering every place that has no cracks. I'm their punching bag, even when I don't know what that is, or where I know this word from. After a while, I become apathetic and just let it be, my head sinks onto the ground, my eyes stare blankly in the dark, my mouth hangs open, huffs escape it as they ram their paws into my chest.

The only thing I know is pain.
I was created, only to endure the torture of existing.
Immortal, but still dying.
Soulless, but still hurting.
Alone, but still surrounded.