Drowning
Static noise and the sounds of people left him flailing with familiarity, but nothing was recognizable. After an age of quiet whispers, silent battles, a dam burst somewhere inside him. When he saw his face in the mirror, it wasn't recognizable. Nothing was recognizable.
Who was that monster that stared back at him?
"Take my hand."
Old soft touches woke him from nightmares, leaving him in the dark without a guide. He waited for the hands to become more demanding, for pleasure to become more intense, but it was gentle. He couldn't stand it. The loving motions of hands along his shoulders, face and lips made him furious.
He couldn't stand liars.
"Follow me."
Forgotten breezes caressed him through windows he didn't remember opening. In the not too distant past, that might have been refreshing. Now it only haunted him with questions. And the answers were always screamed into his ear, drawn onto his walls, left for him to see. He didn't want to know. They disturbed him and left him shivering with cold and fright and insanity.
He didn't want to know.
"You'll be safe here."
Golden clocks showed him every mistake he'd ever made. He regretted them. He regretted his mistakes until he was doubled over in pain, wanting desperately to sob. But then there were hands on his face again, wiping his cheek as if to push away a tear. A mouth at his ear whispered to him the real answer. He froze. He waited for the words to become screams, for the hands to become fierce, for this odd form of comfort to become torture. But nothing ever happened. He waited for more kisses to rain upon his skin and brand him for what he was. Nothing ever happened.
That's what made it even worse.
"Take my hand and I'll save you."
Crashing violin music alerted him to his end, a monster pulling him deeper into watery depths, leaving him with nothing to hold onto. He contemplated it, this drowning, but could find nothing to scare him. Happy cries interrupted his death, pulling him up again for just a little longer. Their smiles were tight, faces pinched as though they knew what he'd become. He couldn't understand their words through the static.
Noise had never meant much to him.
"I'll give you what you've been wanting."
Kisses on his cheeks warned him of broken promises, making him close his eyes in peace. Feather light hands caressed every inch of him, pulling moans from his throat, dragging him away from dark silvery water. At one point, he might have appreciated the gesture. Now he just wanted more pleasure. Now he just wanted more kisses, more warmth, more love more proof that he was still alive. A never ending rise in voices chilled him.
Part of him just wanted to escape.
"Take my hand, King."
His eyes were glazed and dulled, his fingers burned with frost bite. He held tightly, though he didn't know what else there was to hold onto. He saw his hollow, he saw those perfect kiss swollen lips move. Nothing came out but static. He watched an alabaster hand reach toward him. He felt the monster tug his leg, his grip was slipping.
Would it be worth it, at some point?
"I'll save you, King."
The hollow approached him, pushing damp locks of hair from his forehead to press a kiss there. He was whispering, either encouraging or demoralizing, at the moment he didn't really care. He just like listening to the static his voice made. Another kiss was pressed over his lips, and chilled hands grasped his wrists.
He could hear again.
"I won't let you do this, King."
OWARI
nmm? What'dya think? That was done fast, lol.