Cortello - D'Angelo (Old)

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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 - 𝘈𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥

adrian

"Hi, sweetheart." The voice alone sent cold shivers down my spine.

"He's not real." I assured myself in a murmur of vained reassurance.

"Oh, I assure you, I am very real." I was met with a sardonic laugh.

I heard the sound of his boots getting closer and closer so I kept my eyes shut tighter and tighter, my hands clenching down on the cuffs of my hoodie sleeves to the point I was sure my knuckles where white.

"Actually, how about I show you how real I am." I heard his words progress from normal to being grit out through clenched teeth and then I felt an unwanted touch greet my shoulder.

I flinched involuntarily, another shaky breath escaping me. "He's not real, Adrian." I murmured again, "This is all a fiction of your imagination. When you wake up, everything will be back to normal." The reassurances kept me grounded, kept me from going crazy with fear and running like I would've normally done, or worse, stood still and let him do what he wanted.

That way I made the distinction between what was real and what wasn't, and keeping all my brothers names in my hand aided in keeping me sane. If any of what was happening was real, I wouldn't have known any of their names besides Tyler's.

"Well if this is all so fictional," He drawled out challenging, "then how's about you finally turn around and see how truly unreal it is?"

I did as he said. I wasn't doing it because of him, I was doing it to prove to myself that none of it was real and I was trying to shock myself out of my own head.

Slowly, I blinked my eyes open. My vision was blurry from my eyes being shut so tightly and rapidly blinking got rid of the build of tears situated on my waterline.

My vision came into focus an the sight to behold was one that I hated with every fibre in me. The once warm, comforting crystal blue eyes that I woke up to every morning making breakfast lost their sparkle and all that was left were the hollow, dull blue orbs filled with nothing but hatred ams malice. The once fluffy, curly caramel brown that I spent way to much time running my hands through was greasy and dirty, matted down by sweat and whatever else contaminated his body.

The man in front of me was complete stranger.

"See?" He smirked, smug and taunting, "I'm very real." He gestured down do his body with the hand that wasn't clutching my shoulder.