𝙏𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀 / 𝗜𝗧★𝗖𝙃𝙄 𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜𝙃𝘼 [SEMI-HIATUS/ ON HOLD]

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TW: PANIC ATTACK AND TRAUMA FLASHBACKS. PLS SKIP IF THE TOPIC IS TOO TRAUMATIZING FOR YOU.

YOU HEAR the sound of water dripping again. Perking up as your hear the water droplets, the bright shiny thing came again and everything beautiful faded in an instant.

You were once again met with a dark room where painful memories reside in.

Maybe it was the fact that you're super scared. Or the bile rising up on your throat was something...not helpful.

You were taught to be calm in situations like this, yet here you were.

Panicking and gasping for air as this dark room swallows you again. You and and your hollow heart can never.

You wanted to get out of here quickly as your breathing continues to get rigged. It's as if like the room knew you were going to be suffocated by this torture. Yet, it didn't give any pleasure into stopping.

A hazy mind with an aching heart, your head feels like it's buzzing as you sobbed out, one hand clutching your head and the other clutching your chest as you tried to breathe. Even gasp out for a little air.

This is scary as heck. It was like an endless torture. It feels like you were going to die any minute as you continued to reach your hands out for air.

This wasn't the most idealistic way to end a happy memory. A scenery where all you wanted was to just run in the field of flowers you were met with. But it's gone now.

It's gone.

Because you were back again in an endless torture. A torture where your brain tries to cope, yet the way your heart was palpitating right now and the way your breathing was so rigid, a hazy mind at tow like a messy hurricane in a non-seasonal season for it.

It was just a horrendous feeling.

You didn't know if you feel like you're under water, feeling the hydro element climbing up in your brain or whether you were in a typhoon with no shelter to go to. It felt surreal, as if you were just in another maze in a hazy day. 

Yet again, your brain didn't process anything as you sobbed loudly, hearing the voices of the people you once called home.

Now your home was nowhere because now, you were just filled with scars.

Hands that were clutching both your chest and head were now on the side of your ears. Wishing for the laughter and insults to go away. You can hear it.

The taunt in their voices.

But you were hopeless, as you could only pray for this pain to go away. The merciless ache of the your heart to go away.

It truly was a haunt in your life. You felt like you were a disappointment. A mask beneath another mask, yet, even when you feel like you're drowning in a pool of pain, those mask slowly faded away, and the only thing left was you and that empty heart of yours.