My Migraine Juice

Neon Lights and Ciggarete Ends

This is a possible chapter of an au I'm writing atm however I'm gonna go more in depth with the characters but just know I looked canon dead in the eyes before I murdered it when I thought up the au's basic plot. Also non-binary Sero rights 🧍

For Ash & Manda
Two people who inspired me to right
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@ - Ash will see this her acc logged her out
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Neon colours consumed his vision twirling and
pulsing along with the bass boosted music that bounced off the walls, the occasional smoke puff rising into the sea of colour with hypnotising movement. The picture frames that hung here and there on his wall turning into pinky, purple shapes that seemed to look as if they were floating, it was all so mesmerizing and each move he made the funny looking squares seemed to dance and spin.

The distinctive smell of weed hung thick in the air as it wrapped around his body sucking the last of his rational thinking away, he breathed in slowly fluttering his eyes closed as he let the smell flow through his respiratory system, ridding the anxious thoughts away. He could hear the blood flowing in his ears yet it seemed to calm him more as he watched the disco lights blur through his eyelids, his heartbeat rhythmically thumping against his chest slowing a little as he went into full relaxation mode.

Eyelids felt like leather boring into his skull as he opened them slightly staring with glazed over eyes at the blue tinted ceiling. He suddenly became aware of how hot his body was due to laying in a boiling room wrapped ,burrito style, in heavy blankets upon his bed. Arching his back slowly, he listened to the satisfying clicks of his stiff bones before sluggishly sitting up and rolling out of his makeshift nest. His eyes shifted to the mirror though it was pointless seeming as it looked like those stupid ones you find in "fun houses" that make you look like a swirled up mess.

It felt like he had just learnt to walk, taking baby steps clumsily over to the window and stabilizing himself on the nearest wall with a scarred hand. The sky was starless,its inky colour seeping over the city outlining each overly lit building that were probably a mix of casinos and odd strip clubs. The motorway's street lights illuminated the path for rapid moving cars, though it was further away making the headlights look like low down shooting stars. Busy roads were always pretty during the night, inviting almost.

He shook his head lightly to rid the thought but instantly let out a pained groan from his mistake as the room spun at a nauseating rate. He let the world tilt back into place before taking one last drag of the zoot that was squeezed between his middle and index fingers, he held the smoke in letting it burn against the back of his throat before forcefully making the fumes disperse through his nose and into the sky above. In a practised motion he flicked the culprit of his fuzzy brain out the window and squinted as he watched it fall down the many floors of UA, he was glad his room was the highest floor (other than the roof) it stopped the issue of someone above him getting hit with the smell that raised up from his window daily.

Unconsciously he swiped away the beads of sweat forming above his brow as he let himself sink into the last of his high. The loud complaint of his empty stomach kept him from falling asleep where he stood and reluctantly he turned slowly to head out the door.

The silver metal of the door handle felt piercingly cold against his clammy hand as he pushed forward out into the bright hallway in front of him. Unfamiliar, yellow light seeped into the darkness of his room clashing and making everything uncomfortably illuminated.

"Fuckin' hell wha- howdya turn the brightness down on these things" he rasped out in an irritated tone. Shielding his sensitive eyes with one hand, he discovered that these were in fact ceiling lights and you could not turn the brightness down thus dampening his previously floaty mood. So what did he do? Smash the light of course.