Chapter Text
“Why can’t you ever be fucking happy?! Is it that difficult to keep your shit together?”
I can hear him again. His rants and yelling about my problems. I feel like a pathetic child again..
“Jesus fuck… Why can’t you just be honest with everyone for once…”
Slowly, my body starts to grow numb again. His voice was slowly drained over and replaced with a very loud ringing in my ear. My head felt like it was spiraling down, and my vision of the man and our surroundings became blurry. Almost like a colorful mess.
“-̸̤̫̯̠̺̓̾̎̓̀A̴̡̖̟̰͗̽̐̔̅̔̐̇̾̚n̶̝̞̫̖̼̟̎̚ͅd̶̢̹͎̺̺̹̑͆̋̐̊͝ ̷̢̱̍͆̈́t̴̨̗̱̜̠͉̝͍̩̯͌̌̀͐̏͊͠h̸̞͇́͑ȩ̸̩̘͓̼̘͒ǹ̴̡̳̰̲͕͙́͒͐͜ ̷̨̧̛̪̯̜̫̼̪̟̗̾̃̒͂͘y̶̧͕̯͉͈͔̦̽̈́o̷̢̞̦͈͉̤̥͔͋̆u̸̧͖͎̗͉̯̘͕̣̓̊̇̕͝͝ ̵̦̻̤̲̤̅̊̃̓̂͂̑̽̆̇ͅț̴͎͈̮̂̄̈́̽̾͋̆̏͝͝r̷̡̧̫̦̘̜̭͔̈̒̀i̶̡͍̼̻̼̭̪̤̾̄̽̇̎͐́̃͘̕e̴͕̲͐͛d̷̜͔́ ̸̠̝͙͑̆t̷̨͓͙̓͐̋͜͝͝ô̸̡̧̞͖̖̗̤͎̄͋͊́̔̾̚ ̷̨̰͒̈́̽̈̕s̸̨̧͍͕̣̫̮̫͔̫͆ṯ̴̬̘̞̥̱̾̑͆̕ą̸̨͚̻̱̝̋͆b̷̨͓̙̽͑̉̇̉̄͘͜͝͠ ̵̨̘͉̗̲̘̇̾̾̇͒̽͂́͆ḩ̷̧̛͕͔̈́͂̉̾̈̀̾͊͝í̶̡͔͉̩̣͚̈́̓m̶͚̮͈̠̪̊̓̎̏̑̉͘-̸͓̩͎̇̐̚.̷̥͇̗̯̥̣̮̞͕̍̔.̸̡̛̞͚̹͛́̃́̅̃͊͠.̷̣̳̣̫̫̜͎̣̮̲̊͋͑̑̓ ̴̯͒́W̸̢̩̩͎̟̳̦̦̙̲̓͂̀͆̒̿͝h̵̢̼͖̳̩̀̐͌̉̊ọ̸̿͆̒̀̓́̈͘̚͝ ̷͈̱͕͈̅̇ę̶̢̩͙̎̀ͅv̴̡̨͙̆̃̈̓͋͜ẹ̵̝̻͈̮̗̔̉̏̓n̶̢̹̼̱̮̼͖̼̣̺̍̈́ ̷̬̹͍̺͔͍̼̫̐̈́̊͑̉̋̇́͜i̸̡̟͕̦̘̬̗͉̖̿͜͝͝s̷̢̃̈̓̄̇͌̓̃̂ ̴̨̙̫̪͈͖̺̻̈́͋̋͊̏͜ͅt̸̼̯̯̖̃̈͒̄̿͐ḫ̷͕̎̾͐̌̍͆͠i̵̡̦̟̺͔̭̪̠͒s̶̫̠̎̈̓͠-̴̨̨͕͉̘̫͓̠̟̠́͂̈́̽̇̋.̸̓͆̋̑̓̅̕͝ͅ.̵̮̦͎͚̗̰͎̀͗̄́̇͠.̶̢̖̇̑̋̇̓̓ ”
I could feel my lungs tightening in my chest, and the pounding in my head worsening. I tried taking deep breaths, but all I felt was a sharpening pain in my chest. Panicking, I started breathing faster. The lights around me were burning holes through my head, which only added more to my pain.
“ Ȋ̶͉̳̠̪͍̈́̏̀̽͗̂ͅt̷̢̤͌͋̒͝'̷͚̠̫͖̗͇͆̉͒ͅŝ̴̫͈͔̮͖̲͍̑̆̀͒ ̵͎̥̜̟̖̗͇̙͚̈́͒̇̆̈ͅĺ̴̦͚͊̈͐̀̎̽́̃̽ï̵̛͙̟͂̎̓́͗͂k̴̖̺̇͑́͠e̵̳̾̋̉͒͂͠ ̴͍̞̹̰͓͐́͊͛̿̅̀͛̈́̀ÿ̸͈̰̙͖̰̥̪́̔͆̐̉̾̍o̶̢̬̻̜̩̪͈̭̽̇͘ư̵̻͛̅̉̌͜͝ ̵̠̬͖͎͖̈̀̊͛̍ḩ̷͚̟̪̦͖̖̇̅̌͜ä̶́̓͜v̵͖͓͚̰͐́́̄̊͗̇͊̀͝e̷̤̦̲͆̋͛̎̉̓̋̀͌̈ ̷̟̺͚̲̫̤̑̿̀̎̽̈́͘͜n̷͙̘̘̫͍̻̅o̴̢̬̖͠ ̵̰͓̞͓̼͍̈́̒̽̓̿͗̽͗̒͝s̷̨̮̖̯̞̲̊̈́́͠e̵̢̛̠ļ̴̧̖̥̥̳̲͆̄͊͊͑̎͆͛͘͜f̸̧̗́̑̎̚-̵͎̳͋̈́̈ Y/N, are you even listening to me?! Y/N..?”
I think I finally understand why mixing certain colors can lead to unholy habits.
“Y/N, what did you-...”
Suddenly the ground underneath me started to sway, my head was spinning, and I could hear my heartbeat thumping loudly through my ears. The bright colors around me started to crumble and shatter, and I fell into it. Hard. The last thing I felt was the wet warmth of hatred coming out of my eyes, and the sharpening pain of the broken glass bottle in my hand.
“Y/N!”
Just like this colorful mess, it’ll always turn into a darker shade of black.