((Trigger Warning))
Mikey felt it before he heard it.
He felt the hands grabbing at him, grabbing at his arms, his thighs, sliding it's hands over his mouth and eyes, a hand right over his heart, feeling it pulse rapidly before the whispering started.
It whispered terrible things, things about his weight, his mind, how he was so weak that he couldn't take it.
And then he saw it.
It started with just a flicker, just a flicker and then it was made solid, made solid by his mind, bone thin legs that slowly led into a skeletal torso and its face-
Mikey didn't look at its face, Instead he scrambled for his flashlight, turning it on quickly, the dark room being bathed in a bright light.
Mikey choked on a sob, trying to not wake Gerard up who was asleep in the next room, his parents down the hall.
He picked up his headphones shakily, pulling them on and listening to the blaring music, the heavy bass slowly washing the whispers away as the light drove the demons away.
Mikey fell asleep that night with his headphones on, the light still flooding the room even as the sun rose, tears tracked down his face and his pillow wet.
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Angst and Death.
RandomOne shots about mine and my friends RP characters because why not. (I can think of many reasons but lets proceed) Sammy don't kill me for the angst mkay? ((Trigger warnings: Blood, death, gore, Abusive families and partners))
