The Abyss
Title: The Abyss
Rating: PG
Fandom/Pairing: MCR/A7X, Zacky Vengeance/Frank Iero
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. Sadly.
Word Count: 577
A/N: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. Inspired by this prompt at we_are_cities and extensive listening of the new 'Ace Enders & A Million Different People' album.
Summary: Just know I loved you when I hit the ground.
He felt odd. Peculiar. As if something had changed sometime in the night, without his knowledge or consent. Because it was there, just under the surface. He could feel it. A space where there wasn't one before, a gapping wound somehow acquired in the time between the night and this morning.
And it's strange, how everything can change in just a single moment. In the time it takes a breathe to enter and exit his lungs, his world has shifted irrevocably off its axis. And now, it's as if he is spinning through the nether, twisting tumbling twirling into the abyss.
He feels a fever on his skin. Hot and sticky. Pulling prodding poking around his mind, taking up residence without permission. It's the kind of fever that never leaves.
Zack could feel something shift. A switch being lowered to the 'off' position. Because yesterday, he felt full and loved and whole in a way he had never felt before . He felt as if the world looked at him and shied away from his glow, his sweeping swarming sweltering glow. And it was good, and it was right. And it was all because of the gentle weight resting like sin and seduction just around his middle, pressing him into the lumpy mattress.
He went to bed last night feeling as though he owned the world, that now adrift world. Zacky feel asleep just a few short hours ago with happiness wrapped tight around his frame.
But now, now all he feels is this thing buried just inside of him. And he can feel it. This nothing that somehow has taken over everything. This black hole swirling around his lovely world. He can feel it's grimy fingers latching a hold of his light, his glow, and diminishing it. Extinguishing it. Obliterating it.
And he's not sure what it is or how it got there, or if it was really there all along, willing waiting watching for the best moment to sneak under the wire. . For the only time it would have been able to sneak through his guard would have been in the night, when his head was resting on someone else's pillow and the breathe pouring into the room was not just his own. He's sure, positive, he would have seen it coming. He would have felt its presence in the room before the lights were turned off and moonlight was allowed to pour through the curtains, he would have felt it and stopped its attack.
But yet, here he lays. With a warm body pressed close against his back, arms wrapped tight around that empty space inside of him. And he wonders. For those arms used to make him feel full. They used to make his insides twist and twirl around his bones, a happy sort of dance just under the surface. Those arms would wrap around his middle and he would be whole.
But now, now he feels as though those arms are breaking him in two. They are too tight around his frame. Chains.
There is no soft slow subtle light pouring through his body, tightening around his rib cage, guarding his heart. There is nothing where everything used to be. There is space where there used to be none before.
Because he should feel happy, here in these arms. But now, now all he feels is an empty space where happy used to be.
And he feels odd. He feels peculiar. But most of all, he feels alone.