“DON’T TOUCH ME! All of you… alllll of YOU!!!! You… You DEMONS! Don’t! DON’T COME NEAR ME!” A shattered voice screeched out, bloody fingerprints dyeing their pale white skin as if the woman had been crying out tears of blood.
Long black hair cascaded down a slim figure, cuts and bruises shabbily hidden behind crimson bandages, ten bloodied fingers pulling at their scalp with all the might that they could muster.
“The creatures… OSKAR! The DEMONS! They’re… THEY’RE COMING FOR ME, OSKAR!” The voice continued, strands of darkness slamming against a stained carpet as nailless fingers balled into two tight fists fell like sledgehammers upon the floor below, as if the owner of the lethal weapons was attempting to escape from prison that had confined them for so long, the floor mutely screaming back at its assailant.
As if were retaliating against the pale woman, two shadows grew large, ripping through the floor and hastily beginning to strangle the life of their aggressor, the beforementioned woman now choaking on the ground as two distant figures drew near, their expressions like a slot machine, hate, envy, anger, and finally sadness fighting for dominance.
Milky white pearls synthesised from two emerald orbs, each peerless gem reflecting the trapped soul inside the woman, who was locked within the great, boundless depths that were her fragmented, fragile psyche.
*SLAP*
A bony figure slid a few meters across the surface of a snowy sea, their body rolling multiple times before coming to a stop.
The figure dimly looked upwards towards its assaulter, coughing out a green liquid from her mouth—the neon solution briefly reflecting the image of three figures before quickly dissolving into the silvery ocean.
“You knew this would happen if you stopped taking those.” The white figure’s assailant growled, slowly strolling towards the collapsed creature, its black teeth tightly grinding against each other, the sound growing louder and louder the longer it laid its sight upon the animal.
The white creature rolled over, facing towards the endless black abyss that lay above the silvery sea—a clear divide created between the never-ending darkness and light.
“And for WHAT? For a brat whom you’ll never see grow up?“ The figure spat, raising its slender limbs high into the air once reaching the white creature’s side.
A small smile bloomed upon the wounded creature, two large black eyes staring into its pitifully weak soul.
“Indeed. And I’d gladly do it again.”
Letting out an injured howl, the blackened creature harshly stomped down upon the white creature, piercing through its heart and into the silvery sea below.
And as quickly as the blackened creatures limbs pierced through the surface of the sea, darkness quickly spread throughout it, as if the endless abyss above had spread into the large body of snowy liquid.
Soon the sea would be one with the sky.
Soon the sea would be an endless expanse of darkness.
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Shattered bottles of alcohol lay scattered around a lonely man. His scraggy beard was unkempt and unsightly, a small strand of drool seeping from his mouth and onto the carpet below as he looked upwards towards the ceiling of his office.
In his right hand was a large bottle of vodka, and in his left a packet of tablets.
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The man hovered the packet above his head, his grip shaky as he struggled to read the description of the pills.
“Emma…” He mumbled, his hands deftly unpackaging the sheet, which held several pills from within the packet.
Emerald orbs sombrely counted the pills that each sheet contained before losing all interest in the metallic sheets, throwing them to the side.
Taking a long gulp of vodka, the man dragged his sleeve against his mouth, cleaning up all the remnants that had taken refuge in his beard.
“Why did you lie to us…” He wept.
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A small black-haired boy sluggishly slipped out of his bed, leaving the embrace of his warm duvet to venture forth into the cold and unforgiving unknown that was the world that existed outside his room.
Slithering upstairs towards a room that had been locked from the outside, the small boy thrust a tiny hand into the pockets of his blue pyjamas, nimbly pulling out a small key before slotting it into a worn-out door’s keyhole.
Silently twisting the metallic key, the small boy checked over his shoulder and then peeked down the bannister of the house to ensure he hadn’t woke anyone up from their slumber.
The little boy hadn’t seen his mother for two weeks now. His father stopped him from seeing her.
The little boy didn’t like that.
And so he decided that he would sneak into his mother’s room, even if it’d get him into trouble.
But when he slowly opened the door to his mother’s room, the sight that greeted his innocent eyes would be one that the small boy desperately wished he could forget for the rest of his life.
But alas, the mind was a mysterious construct. If it wanted to replay the sight of a scarred woman clawing at her neck as she dangles from a noose constructed from the bedsheets that were supposed to be on her bed, then there was nothing he could do about it.
Moonlight shone down upon the pale corpse-like creature, blood running from her wrists and fingers; her body limply hung to and fro from the makeshift death contraption she had made, a few sombre laughs falling from her crimson lips, slamming down upon the small boy’s body with the weight of a thousand bricks.
Black hair loosely covered the woman’s deathly expression, but not enough to cover the smile that graced her slashed lips upon noticing the little boy’s appearance.
“Pia…no… I… Pi…ano.. Pla…y..” She choked out, crimson dripping onto the carpet below, the small boy’s orbs brimming with tears, tracing the liquid as it merged with the ground below her.
His small lips opened slightly before immediately shutting.
What was he supposed to say?
The small boy didn’t know.
So he closed his eyes.
And wished it all away.
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Head feeling like someone was constantly drilling a nail into his skull, Oskar blinked awake, a loud groan escaping his chapped lips, a weightless hand accidentally slapping down onto his face as he groggily cried out in pain.
“What… What am I…” He mumbled out, pushing himself up from the floor, failing several times in the process.
Looking at the corpses of the several smashed bottles that lay motionless upon the battlefield that he had fiercely fought upon only a few hours ago, the middle-aged man stumbled out of his office and made his way towards his wife’s room.
He had to check on her.
“The doc… said… Argh. What’d he say again?” He spurted out, rubbing his sore head.
“Recoverable… Her condition is recoverable… Gotta make sure she don’t kill herself or something like that.”
Immediately sobering upon realising that the door leading to his wife’s room had been opened, Oskar stormed into the room, his brain completely coming to a halt once seeing the scene that had waited for him for so many hours whilst he’d been drinking.
Falling to his knees, Oskar grasped at his wiry black hair as he silently screamed into his chest, hot tears merging with his dirtied clothes.
But the man did not make a single sound.
For his son lay not too far away from him.
Silently sleeping next to the swaying corpse of his mother.
Choking upon his own morbid thoughts, Oskar pondered over gouging his own eyes out.
But he knew that it wouldn’t erase the sight that had been forced upon him.
That had been forced upon his child.
Steeling his fists, Oskar gently picked up his son, silently carrying him towards his room, placing him upon his bed before tucking him into bed.
Such a sight was unbefitting for a child to witness.
Oskar knew that he had failed his son.
He should have been the only one to see such a thing.
Perhaps then he would have acted upon his spur of the moment thoughts of joint suicide.
To suffer the same fate that he had let his… dear Emma had.
But alas. He had a job to finish.
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Peering down upon the scarred body of the small orange-haired girl that peacefully clung to his body in her sleep, Aaron’s emerald orbs bounced from each wound to the next.
He’d already lost one person in his life to such a cruel fate.
The last thing he wanted was to lose another.