Tainted Vision | Levi x Reader

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I arrived home to a small room that housed all my belongings. Which were really nothing more than a single room with a simple worn down mattress and a few other things I'd stolen. Though, I wouldn't call this home though as I tried to avoid this place as much as possible by spending countless nights on the streets, hiding away in dark alleyways--or even behind secluded buildings. Coming back here only brought back horrid memories. Every time....

But why was it only the bad memories that seemed to linger....no matter how hard I tried I couldn't recall any happy memories. That makes me wonder.....Were there really any at all then?

I pulled my body into the small room and moved cautiously with my head down paralyzed and suffocated with fear as I heard the creaking sound of the door closing behind me. It was already coming back. The deafening sounds of screaming, crying and the sound of my name leaving their lips as I hid there useless and paralyzed by my own fear. My selfishness caused them all the die, there was no one to blame but me. I kept my head down as I knew it I looked up it would see it again. My poor...poor little sisters...

My chest tightened as crimson began filling the many cracks within the floors, the walls no different as the substance seemed to leak from the ceilings. No matter how hard I scrubbed it wouldn't come off. I cleaned for hours upon hours, and with every new towel I'd used, by the end of my episode, they were nothing but torn rags of cloth that you'd most likely find in streets or alleyways that people dump their trash and belongings they no longer seen value in. But, at this point I can't even tell if there's really any blood there or if I'm imagining it.

Soon my trance like state broke, but the suffocating and heart burning sensation that sat in my body still remained. I then felt a wet substance trickle down onto my face. My hands race up my cheeks and begun rubbing away at them. Sniffles came out of my mouth as I violently rubbed away all my tears spreading the dirt and mud the water created with the dust that had collected on my skin. My skin burned with agitation as I ran my dry hands repeatedly across the surface of my face. Eventually, I felt my eyes dry up and become swollen and red from crying. 

Trying to distract myself, I grabbed a small box that held all my belongings in it and pulled out a hairbrush. It was old and lost about half of its bristles but it still worked, not to mention, something that caught my eye was that there was some kind of foreign writing on the handle. 

I couldn't read, however, I did know what the characters looked like and they looked nothing like this. I wonder where this had even come from...or rather, did the people above have a different--more advance writing system than ours in the underground city?

However, such questions were useless to ask and the exhaustion that I'd been housing for days upon end were quickly catching up to me. Laying comfortably on my bed, I slowly brought the hairbrush up to my hair, combing through the knots and tangles that'd formed within it. It felt liberating to say the least, my throat began to open and I felt like I could breathe normally again as I took deeper breaths than usual. 

Finally, after a few minutes I felt as if my hair had finally looked half-decent. At least, half-decent for those who'd I'd seen living down under this shithole. However, my hair wasn't as nappy and frankly it was a bit softer. Feeling slightly accomplished, I placed the hairbrush back into the box and rummaged through it before pulling out a feather. I remember finding it while I was close to the entrance of the underground, however, it was years ago and I remember I wanted to bring it home to show my sisters.

I sighed as I placed it back into the box and pulled myself onto the small mattress. I didn't have a blanket, which didn't really matter as the temperature never really changed down here. It was always pretty humid and musty and the air felt disgusting and heavy as it sat over my body. While my thoughts raced I felt my body grow uncomfortable and I slightly shifted, turning on my side. When I did I came face to face with a book that I always loved to read.