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【𝓜𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷】

↠Angst
↠Fem Reader
↠Mentions of self-harm and suicide

Word Count - 1061
Eleutheromania - Published 09/13/20

Eleutheromania: An intense and irresistible desire for freedom.
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Trapped.

That's what you were, locked helplessly away in this oh so cruel prison of yours. You understood what it was like to be caged away like a mere pet. You were his dove, so pure and innocent, yet your feathery wings of freedom were so painfully clipped.

This unsuspecting life of solitude withered away at your hope, your resolve, letting you crumble away to nothing. This wasn't a life a hopeful bird should live—you desired, craved for your freedom, to fly along on these broken wings of yours.

But all you could do was crawl along, forever chained down by those overwhelming fears and dangers lurking in slow circles around your cage. It was as if it was slowly closing in on you, the seemingly larger space now suffocating as it drove you mad. So desperately did you want to break free, to take that chance and try to escape the wolf's bloody jaws, to finally fall into the comforting hands of release.

You truly questioned why you had been kept alive for so long, because you were a human. You were a human, a creature so weak and fragile compared to the merciless demons prowling at your every breath. It was sick and twisted, as that man nearly kept you just to be his own little pet.

You were his own little dove, his own to taunt and torture and break. It brought a dark glimmer to his eyes at the sight of your trembling form, begging and pleading for him to spare you. And of course he always would, but at what cost?

Upon your endless days spent in this grave (You truly couldn't tell how long it had been—Weeks? Months? Years? Time had fled you.) you came upon the realization that enduring this was far worse than actually giving in to your inevitable demise. With the dark purple and yellowing hues that forever painted your skin, and the crimson life spilling from your body, you no longer could endure this constant ache of pain.

Oh how badly had you wanted for that man, or even for one of his followers, to end you, to consume and devour you, to leave not a single remnant of your existence. The recoveries were laughable, and as you had just imaged your poor clipped wings, you now realized you were far beyond broken. Enduring was far too cruel of a fate.

Your pure snowy wings forever remained stained with red, your feathers plucked, and aching along with a shrill cry of despair. Even your own attempts at an escape would leave you battered and worse off. You could do nothing.

Your broken pleas were nothing but pure entertainment for the beings constantly stalking you, and the only antidote would be to immerse yourself in self-pitying thoughts and actions. Curling up against the uncomfortable tatami mats below you, drowning away in whimpered sobs allowed you to forget the terrifying company.

At this moment, you were ready to be gathered in that man's lethal grip, to fall under his crushing fingers, and to feel your own end, but an unusual moment of silence had greeted you. Your confining cage was left unobserved by your usual audience, and an uncomfortable loneliness filled your chest.

The fortress was empty.

Wings still crippled, and along with a beaten consciousness, you hobbled along the unguarded floors, desperate for a single escape. Your bones ached, and despite the metallic smell overwhelming your nose, and the queasy taste lingering on your lips, you crawled to your own freedom.

You knew regardless of your success, the man would find you, but you hadn't a single worry. After all, you were planning to end it all by your own hands, to finally taste the sweet freedom for yourself. When one of the many shoji screens slid to reveal a blooming, lively landscape, your eyes welled up with hot tears.

So regardless of the burning fire in your legs, or the sickening cracks your body made with each movement, you ran. You ran, attempting to stretch your wings and fly, to experience the joys of freedom once more. It had been so long since you could run and cry on your own, and grateful sobs burst through your lips.

The vibrant grass tickled at your bruised ankles, a gentle brushing which only encouraged you to run faster. The clean scent of the fields around you allowed full satisfying breaths to fill your lungs, and no longer could you remember the damp and rotting scent of your cage. Reaching the edge of the lands, a tremulous laugh filled the air, and the whipping breeze tugged at your unruly locks.

You were free.

With arms outstretched and head tilted back to gaze upon the sparkling night sky, you released a loud cry of happiness, a gentle and melodic sound that mixed in with the chirping of the crickets and the whistling of the wind. It allowed the aching of your body to flee from your mind, and for now you reveled in this unrestricting moment.

Unfortunately, a glowing pair of crimson eyes had landed on you. But regardless of the demon lurking before you, your beaming smile remained. Feeling the damp coolness of the grassy earth beneath your feet, you engraved this moment forever in your mind.

With just a faint shuffling, you no longer felt the ground below you, and the faint cooling breeze now relentlessly encased you in its entirety. A sudden freefall—sending your body tumbling down the seemingly endless stretch of sky.

Bloody eyes forever remained in your vision, flashing along with the twinkling stars up above. It didn't instill fear in you, nothing in this moment could scare you any longer. So you stretched your wings, to feel the thrilling rush of air around you one last time, but no longer would you flutter along it's powerful currents, and you plummeted with dying feathers.

"Catch me before I die."

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Suicidal actions are never the answer to any emotional or physical pain you might be feeling.
They only hurt yourself and others who care for you.
If you find yourself thinking or acting upon it, SEEK HELP!
You are loved and important, never forget that.