''❞ striker x reader ━
your existence feels like an endless cycle of boredom, sadness, and a sense of being lost. but everything changes when you stumble upon the harvest moon festival, a rare glimmer of excitement in you...
warning; self image struggles, panic attacks, physical injuries, striker might've been stalking you
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you finally tore yourself away and made your way back home, the encounter leaving you with a mix of conflicting emotions. on one hand, you were scared of striker and what he represented, but on the other hand, there was an undeniable pull, an inexplicable curiosity that made you want to know more.
as you stepped into your small, dimly lit home, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at being away from the chaos of the outside world. the weight of the day's events seemed to bear down on you, and you found yourself seeking warmth in the solitude of your room.
the dim light from a flickering lamp cast eerie shadows on the walls as you stood in front of the full-length mirror. you hesitated before looking at your reflection, afraid of what you might see staring back at you. in your mind, you were still that sad, pathetic, and weak imp that striker had seen earlier.
your gaze slowly moved to the mirror, and you couldn't help but cringe at the sight. your eyes were tired, and dark circles shadowed them. your hair seemed lifeless and unkempt.
you lifted your top slightly, revealing a body that you had grown to despise—too imperfect, too flawed. the faint marks of your struggle with bulimia lingered on your skin, a painful reminder of the constant battle with your self-image.
tears welled up in your eyes, and you quickly looked away from the mirror, unable to bear the sight any longer. you were so tired of feeling this way, of seeing yourself through such a distorted lens. but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the self-hatred that gnawed at your soul.
you couldn't tear your gaze away from the mirror, and suddenly, a wave of fear washed over you. it wasn't fear of striker or any external threat, but fear of everything that lurked within yourself. the distorted image in the mirror seemed to taunt you, feeding the negative thoughts that had plagued you for so long.
your heart started pounding in your chest, and you felt your breath quicken. panic began to creep in, and it felt like the walls were closing in around you. you stumbled backward, trying to escape the reflection that seemed to mock you.
as the panic escalated, you found yourself gasping for air, your hands trembling uncontrollably. the room felt suffocating, and you couldn't escape the feeling that you were trapped inside your own mind.
with shaky legs, you made your way to a corner of the room, seeking refuge from the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume you. you huddled there, wrapping your arms around yourself as tears streamed down your face.
each breath felt like it wasn't enough, each heartbeat echoed in your ears. it was as if all the pain, all the self-hatred, and all the fear that you had been carrying for so long had finally caught up with you.
you wanted to scream, to break free from the suffocating grip of anxiety, but the words wouldn't come. instead, you were left with an overwhelming sense of loneliness, as if you were trapped in a dark and desolate world, with no one to turn to.
