Eyes On Creel

prisoner

September 18th, 1986
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• [🎼] Dollhouse-Melanie Martinez
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• *TW! Arguing, mention of divorce, depression, anxiety, Self harm*
•"Prisoner to this mind."
Another terror.
Another look in the mirror.
everytime I look at my face, I get empathy like I've lost my way. everything still in the same broken place, going at a slow, slow, steady pace.
Don't speak.
Please don't let it out.
Trust me, words spill out my mouth.
.....

To busy thinking aloud.
....
"Goddammit Daniel!"
"What is your problem!"
"Sleeping with a drunken slut?!"
"I want a divorce!" ...
"I,"
"want,"
"a,"
"divorce."
The words of your mother, echoing through your hollow coffin of a mind.
Repeating, and repeating, and repeating.
I am prisoner to this mind.
If I cut myself I would bleed.
Imperfect and human are we.
"Y/n?" A voice echoes throughout my mind, cutting me out of my trance.
"I see things that nobody else sees." I say, as my voice trembles.
"Y/n please wake up." Henry says, motioning a wave in front of my face.
"I'm here." I said
"Thank god." He sighed
"I don't wanna die."
"But I don't want to live like this, Henry."
"It's pure torture." I groan, rubbing my head in pain.
"Headache, again?" He frowned.
"Yeah." I said.
"Are you well enough to go to school?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm good to go," I say.
"Alright but please, take it slow," he pleaded.
"I will," I assured him.

[...driving...]

"Tsk..Tck...Tsk...Tck."
"You've, broken.. Everything."
"What?" ...
*Time after time playing on the radio*
"You've got the power, hold the reins."
"Hello?"...
[...]
"Y/n?"
"Are you quite alright?" He asked.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine, thanks." I lmuttered.

In short time, felt everlong for me, we arrived in time.
"Ugh." I groaned.
"Another one?" He asked.
"Yeah, my head is pounding." I say as I groan once more.
"Just try to make it through today, alright?" He said.
"I'll try my best." I gave a weak smile.
"Good girl." He smiled back.
"Jesus, Creel." I laughed softly.
"Let's head to class, yeah?" He smirked.
"Right." I said.
It had been two classes in, one more class until lunch, just thinking about it made me utterly nauseous.
I sped to the nearest girl's restroom, trying not to puke up anything I've eaten in the past twenty-four four hours.
I head to the corner stall, slamming the door shut.
Puking up bile, I hear someone walk in.
"Hey are you okay?" The voice asks
It was Maxine.
I could hear a slight shake of a bottle, perhaps pills being put away.
"I'm okay, Max." I say weakly, barely over a whisper.
"I just need to---to be alone." I said.
"Okay, just call if you need anything, alright?" She said.
"Mmh." I groan.
"Feel better!" She says as she walks out of the bathroom, the door shutting loudly behind her, and the sound of her footsteps receding quietly, getting further and further.
I hear footsteps, again..
"I thought you left, Max?" I groaned softly.
"Y/n!" "Open this damn door!" "Your dad and me need to talk, it's YOUR fault." My mother's voice said, in a stern, loud, voice.
"Mom?" I groan out, rubbing my eyes.
"Come on! I won't ask you again, open the goddamn door!" The voice getting louder, and deeper.
The feeling just got even more eerie as 'She' or more 'It' spoke.
I had no idea in hell what the fuck that goddamn thing was but it for sure was not my mother, I was utterly terrified.
I just scooted to the corner of the stall, covering myself with my coat above my head, trying to drain out the shouting and banging against the stall door.
The banging on the door just kept getting louder, and louder, and louder.
"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR Y/N." 'It' shouted.
I started sobbing uncontrollably, pinching at my skin with my sharp nails, thinking it would indore some kind of distraction, or comfort.
Hoping someone, anyone, would find me.
I could see feet at the bottom of the stall, resembling scorched skin, with talon-like claws. The veins.. pulsing.

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:☆: A/N; Yeah so that was utterly terrifying lmfao.. next part will be soon! Hope you're enjoying, I'm attempting to make it as intriguing as possible haha! <3