" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
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" WHAT? NO.. no! i'm not gonna do that, ma!" y/n argued back. "you sent me to a random getaway for a week, and i thoroughly enjoyed it. but NOW. NOW you decide to send me to a mental hospital!? ma, daddy! i grieved over nonna already, and i thank you for it but this.. th-this is outrageous!" y/n spit out desperately, a saddened expression on their face.
father sighed, crossing his arms and shifting from side to side, not paying attention to his child. mother took a deep breath before speaking, trying to make sure she stays calm. "honey, we think it's best for you, and so does your psychiatrist. you've been thriving and i believe you! b-but it's just.. they said something is off. and they told us you haven't been taking your meds." your mother explained as best as she could, trying to make sure you wouldn't stress yourself out.
you gazed over at father, seeing him still pacing back and forth, slightly huffing air. you could tell he was getting infuriated easily, but he was trying his best to keep it together just like mother. you wished that uncle was still here so he could see what was actually going on at home. once any relatives or visitors come over, it's like your parents go into perfect mode, making sure to sugarcoat their responses to questions that had rather.. difficult answers.
it was as if you breathed in both of their frustrations heavily... because next thing you know, you couldn't take it anymore. one moment you were inside sitting on the living room couch, trying to defend yourself with your voice. then next second you were storming out the front door, sprinting down the streets in the pouring rain. you could care less about the splashing cold water drops heaving, absolutely soaking your hair and clothes.
you'd step in puddles once in a while, getting your ankles further wet. you heard your breathing clearly, its rhythm completely inferior to the rain that was haling upon the ground, creating an abundance of noise. you couldn't even begin to focus on thinking of a singular thing, the only emotions driving your adrenaline being stress. anger. frustration. disappointment. confusion.
why did my psychiatrist want me to be in a mental hospital? i'm not that mad right? you thought to yourself. you got the sudden feeling of missing your old therapist, the one that mother and father paid for after nonna's death. they were so kind and tried to understand you with sincerity, rather than trying to make you feel like you were the one in the wrong. sessions with them started to feel easy, relaxing even. that's how you recovered well with grieving over nonna.
but once you were switched out for a psychiatrist instead so you could be prescribed meds and have a broader treatment, let's just say it went a little downhill from there. your psychiatrist was way different than your therapist, and not in a good way. there's no way i need this. i don't feel depressed anymore. what is even happening? those were the very thoughts that raced through your head the more you pedaled your legs.
there's no way... because i have you. your thoughts seemed to pause, allowing you to process what your eyes were seeing: king stood outside in the middle of the road facing you. he was getting soaked, his hair and clothes drooping down the more it got wet. but he didn't care. all he saw was you and you only. one thing you didn't notice was that your legs instinctively led you towards the street where king resided. and another thing you didn't notice was the sticky, frustration-filled tears and mascara running down your face, coating your cheeks with streaks of black cosmetics.
king instantly burst out in a sprint, puddles of rainwater splashing haphazardly all over his pants, but he didn't even bat an eye. his concern was gauged directly at you, bumping into you as he enclosed you into a tight hug. the only things that your senses opened up to was the tiny bit of warmth that king's chest provided, and some whiffs of his cologne. you stayed there in the middle of the road, wrapping your arms around his torso while he held you as close to his body as possible, slightly swaying you with his hand gently holding the back of your head.
bringing up your head to stare into king's eyes, you realized that you couldn't cry anymore. you already felt emptied out from running that you were just comfortable being in his arms right now. he looked down at your face with such worry in his glossy eyes, scanning your facial features to get any sign of you being okay.
he began stroking his thumbs against your cheeks, wiping your tears and mascara off. "k..." you managed to let out in a croaked whisper. king just shook his head at you, silently shushing you while he brought your head closer to his lips. right when he planted a kiss on your forehead, the weather went to war, the sky flashing with grey clouds still raining hard, unveiling a single lightning bolt in the distance.
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Burning Pile - Mother Mother.
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MESSAGE.
pretty self explanatory. trying to make all one's problems go away.
i don't know why but i can imagine like right when the chorus starts, a lightning bolt strikes on beat.
PREVIEW LYRICS.
My momma, lonely maid Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid My papa, renaissance man Sailed away and he never came back again All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I catch fire then I'll change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates Ahhh, ahhh All your woe begones be gone I said all your troubles, you don't need a thing
