Numbness.
A feeling of feeling nothing.
" . . . "
You were screaming
You couldn't feel your chest move. It felt like you couldn't breathe.
" . . . "
Still screaming.
"Silent as always..."
A woman, who felt like a stranger to you cooed as she took no mercy into pushing a syringe into your forearm. The needle was wide as it pushed into you far until there was no more needle left to push in.
No reaction.
The substance inside the needle felt hot as you felt it's burning feeling inside as it flowed through your blood stream. Your veins were no longer a purplish blue or green.
It was black.
She tossed the needle aside while she didn't care to patch you up.
She walked over to a desk with a small lamp in this dull room full of papers and small knives like scalpels. You sat on a bed undressed of blankets and sheets as only a bare mattress lay on its frame. The woman walked over and slumped in a swiveling chair as she picked up a picture grm.
It wasn't a picture of you. It wasn't a picture of them. It was a picture of him.
Without moving your head you looked over to stare at the picture.
You looked over. Beside you was a layout of all the knives she's used on you.
Your eyes moved along each one of them, thinking how sharp they must be.
Still screaming.
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Fatality「Shouto TodorokｘReader」BNHA
FanfictionFatality. The happening of when a person dies on accident. You, a person with black blood who always says half-hearted words, never really having the intent to kill yet you put this façade on to survive. What if people see past through the façade t...
