Crash's POV:
I scream. I cry. I beg for his mercy. But he keeps going. Punch after punch after punch. He takes me by my collar and uses me as his boxing glove when attempting to beat up the balcony door. The blood erupts from my throat and gushes all over the floor. He throws me to the ground and I then become a soccer ball. I am kicked to the four corners of the balcony. He picks my ragdoll body up, and I am now an unwanted cloth. He presses me against the ledge. "Culture... please don't throw me off," I meekly whisper. He gives me the smirk of a demon and pushes me off.
As I'm about to hit the road you woke up, sweating profusely. Just a dream. Just a bad... bad dream. Nothing much.
You looked over at your sleeping pills. You considered taking some because you had a therapist appointment the next day. Or you could've taken all. You decided against that and took the normal dose. Just enough to get you to sleep.
A/N: Yea ik it's short but this is more of a mini chapter. Expect more in the next chapter, tho :)
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The Pain Feels Right {Culture x Crash Fanfiction}
قصص الهواةCulture let the words fly into Crash's face. He thought taking a walk would be a good for everyone. Crash took this the wrong way. 《time skip》 The therapist said "Make a video of your feelings," to Crash. Culture saw it. Are the feelings mutual? ~~~...
