ChocoboXIII

Warning: some swearing at the start. A story going on for five minutes. Five minutes filled with his words, his twisted story of only negative memories in his eyes. Five minutes filled with only criticism. “And in London, when I was sick the first evening, you never asked whether I was okay or not! You never handed me a bottle or glass of water. I sometimes even think you hate me!” His eyes were hard, cold and distant. Your eyes squinted as you crossed your arms. You knew he was sick. Hell, how could someone miss his barfing from time to time? ‘I was supposed to give you your bottle of water when we were going to sleep? It

Darkness surrounded your form once more as you sat down, a blindfold covering your eyes and your wrists and ankles tied together. The ropes didn’t hurt as much as you had thought, but the discomfort was ever more present. “Shit, how didn’t it hurt more the day you actually took me?” You asked, knowing Killer was still in the room. A chuckle was all you heard before the falling of his footsteps betrayed his approach. Straining your ears, you wanted, craved to hear more. Ever since you had regained your memories, magically, you would say, you didn’t want to leave your boyfriend again. This whole plan, even if it wa

Walking briskly to the door, you heard your footsteps echo behind you in the corridor. Killer had gone here before you, leaving you to rest a little more after your revealing dream. Some things had clicked, coming together like a puzzle. A couple of things became clear, other stayed like a dark spot, a missing piece. Your feet stopped at the door, having reached your destination shortly. You only had to reach out to grab the handle and walk into the room. That was the easy part. A thrilling sensation filled you up, creeping from the very end of your toes to grab your heart, giving a gentle squeeze the more you thought about what had happened

Kid sat next to you, filling your cup once again with black coffee as you sat there, unmoving and head leaning on the wood of the table. Your eyes were closed and soft breathing could be heard, but you weren’t asleep, no, you were thinking quietly. Kid hadn’t said anything for as long as you were in the same room and you had asked for your own cup, just waiting for you to start, to bombard  him with questions filling your unravelling mind. Fingers were twitching, your foot dangling in the air as you kicked it up from time to time. A sigh escaped your nostrils and you moved to sit up straight. With your eyes downcast, you grabbed t

White rooms, white covers and almost white lights blinded you as your eyes fluttered open. A groan left your otherwise closed lips as (e/c) irises were quickly shielded from the brightness in the room you were in. A whiff of the scent of flowers slowly crept to you as the curtains bellowed slightly in the soft breeze of the October air. The air was still a little warm, giving way that the day wouldn’t become cold any time soon. Your breath left your lungs as you sighed and tried to lift your arm to cover your eyes. Keyword for tried. Slowly, the sense of hearing surrounding sounds came back to you as your eyes wandered over to your arm

You held your (e/c) orbs casted down, shielding the sight in front of you with your hair. Every yell, every scream, every whimper was blocked from your hearing. Only the hammering of your own heart and your breathing could be registered in your mind. The girl, maybe your age, screamed of bloody murder as she was locked up with you. For the first time since arriving here, you weren’t restrained and your wrists were glad about this little fact. Yelling ceased to a soft whimper before silence was taking over again. With a scoff, the girl turned around and stomped over to your sitting form, crouching down in front of you. “Hey..̶

Rustling of clothes sounded right next to your ear. The echo of steps as you moved up and down with every step in a corridor. You kept your heavy lids closed, as your breathing eased out more and more with every step, lulling you to the calmness of a light sleep. The chest your head rested on vibrated as the person hummed to itself. A tune, familiar to your alarm at every morning before this strange event, made you almost think this was all a dream. The most, horrible and bloody dream you have ever had. “Is she asleep still?” Another hum was the answer of the question spoken by a familiar voice. “I guess she still is.̶