Isn't It Interesting? Oneshot
Title: Isn't It Interesting?
Author: shurikenwielder
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Mental illness?? Is this even a genre?
Pairing: Anybody (I had the image of Ruki addressing Reita, but it doesn't matter)
Warnings: Slight gore
Description: I've always been the weird one. Off in the corner talking to myself. It's normal they'd think. Everybody talks to themselves.
True. But then again most people don't expect to get an answer.
Isn't It Interesting?
[At night I hear it creeping,
At night I hear it move]
Calm down they say to me. It's only you're imagination, it's fine.
Fine.
You used to say that to me.
When I'd spend the night at you're house or you at mine, that's what you always said 'It's fine.'
I wish you had told me the truth. Maybe we wouldn't be in this situation now if you had.
[And I wake up screaming now
So real these voices in my head]
I always had been the weird one. Off in the corner talking to myself. It's normal they'd think. Everybody talks to themselves.
True. But then again most people don't expect to get an answer.
I do.
But no one knew that except you. You, the only one that actually cared enough to try to get to know me.
So back to when we'd have our sleepovers, you thought it'd be fine. A better chance to get to know me. Back then you hadn't known of my problems.
But you soon did anyway. When we went to sleep only for you to wake up with a start not long after, wondering what that noise was. But like everything else you soon figured that out to. My screaming. I was thrashing in the bed next to you screeching at the top of my lungs.
Why? It's a bit personal. Something only me and you know. I'm sure you'll never forget.
[I know there's something out there,
I think I hear it move]
Then they came. In the middle of the night and ruined everything for us. I had been brushing my teeth, while you were being brutally slaughtered. While everyone in the entire building was being murdered.
Why? That's what I'm still asking myself. The culprits were gone and no living being was left by the time I got out. I checked. They even got the elderly couple across the hall who used to give us cookies after school.
I hunched over your body and desperately checked for the nonexistent pulse in your neck. That was also when I noticed the large bump sticking out on your neck.
They had snapped your neck.
You were my single blessing in the world and then you disappeared, just like that.
[I wish you never told me,
I wish I never knew]
So here I am now with your slowly rotting corpse lying beside me. The stench of blood from the building flits to the back of my mind as I lied on your chest. I know I'm going to die if I don't drink or eat something soon, but I can't seem to find a reason to make myself care.
So I used all these days to think, and I thought of something. Those voices, the ones in my head, they stopped. Ever since that night, just after I started brushing my teeth.
And I figured out why.
They had been warning me. About the people and what they were going to do.
And when you'd tell me at night that it was fine, you were lying. You may not have heard the voices, but you did hear the footsteps that always went up and down the hallways at night. It's why you never wanted to go to my house or let me be there alone. You were scared.
All this time they said they thought I was crazy and these voices were just warning me.
Interesting how it all turned out.
[What?
Did you hear that?
No?]
It's the middle of the night and I wake up. There are footsteps in the hall. Up and down repeatedly before they stop in front of my door.
The handle turns
... No voices invade my head.
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Comments: Etou... I'm not sure where I got this. I just sat down and typed, but I do like it. I usually hate writing in first person. Also I used the song Scared by: Three Days Grace, credit for my inspiration. (^^")
P.S. It's okay if you're confused, I tried to keep it slightly vague. If you do get it... cheers!