T.W. Panic attack.
The black gave way to some light.
It shifted to grey, purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red, pink, and continued to shift in the rainbow pattern. (Gay Mind! XD)
"Monster."
"Monster."
"Monster."
The receptive word echoed around his head, or the place he was at, he wasn't sure.
It kept going and going and he couldn't get it to stop. He hated it. His hands were back over his ears, and he wanted it to stop. His anxiety levels peaked and he was getting worse, an attack was there, and it was slipping through. His eyes filled with tears, and his hands were shaking. His words fell flat and he couldn't speak, he couldn't get the voice in his head to stop. Tears were falling ad his hair was on ends, his hands left his ears and one was in his hair, he was biting the nails of the other, and he was driving himself insane. The colours were still there, it didn't matter whether his eyes were open of closed, they were dancing in front of him, and he hated it. The constant changing made him worse, and it caused him to feel slightly seasick. He covered his eyes, abandoning his hair, but it didn't help. His jagged nails attached themselves to his wrists, after covering his eyes did nothing. His sobs wracked his body as he pulled his knees to his chest and he couldn't escape.
"Monster."
No.
"Monster."
No.
"Monster."
NO!
His mind was at war with itself.
Is this what it's like to go crazy? One side goes one way, the other goes the opposite.
Crazy Mind Civil War.
He couldn't tell if his eyes were open or closed, nor did he care.
He wanted his friends, he wanted someone to be there for him and he wanted an escape.
Someone to care for him, to drag him out of this state of mind.
"Monster."
"Please..." He whimpered, trying to silence his mind, trying to escape, and he couldn't, the voice reiterated what it had been saying, and it wouldn't stop.
The voice got louder, and louder.
"Monster."
"Monster."
"Monster."
He was going crazy, he couldn't escape, and he needed to scream.
That he did.
Silence.
His eyes were met with a blinding white light.
Which slowly dimmed to a dull yellow, and he felt people next to him.
"Virg... you're okay."
He sighed, and relaxed into the arms of the trait next to him, and he felt arms on the other side of him, and a weight at the end of the bed.
He wasn't alone, he was loved, and no matter what, he would have the other three traits there for him, to drag him out of any bad situation.
But that didn't stop his mind's Civil war.
"Monster."
No
"Monster..."
464 words
I hope this was okay. I'm sorry it was all over the place. I just didn't know where to take it. It went everywhere to represent the craziness of the mind.
Hope you enjoyed
Take care
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