creepy one shots

I Realise

Dry, thick white dust clouds around me. My dark locks hang down the opening of the wall and into the black void. My eyes roll back as my lips release a painful moan. My mouth vaguely feels a drip of a warm liquid.
     My legs dropped on the stained carpet. The tan rug shined with shards of glass and was dotted with oval, white pills and red splattered alcohol and blood.
     In this moment, this one second all is calm. But it's always calm before the worst part of the storm. I was right not even enough time was given to take a breathe in before I hear a click and a curse. What is left of my senses remembers that tone. That voice. That voice belonged to a man who loved me. Until very, very recently I have learned that that is not love. My whole life love was so confusing and made me a wreck.
     Love made me insane.