A/N - The wonderful Danny Abbot belongs to CP Coulter.
Again and again and again. The words replayed through his head again and again and again. A monotonous repeat. They didn't even pierce him, it didn't hurt. He was too accustomed to this. He was used to the feelings and invitations that his brain provided. They were warm and comforting, a selfish trick.
Danny had vowed he would never go back to that time. He had successfully blocked all reminders of that night out of his mind. Until now.
Everything was just becoming too much and the walls collapsed. They let memories – unwelcome ones at that – in, they let them invade his mind.
Now everything was foreign. It was all unfamiliar and weird. Danny was dazed, however in spite of his haze only one thing was clear to him. Whether it was right or wrong, it was distinct and so very right in this moment.
The best part? No one would know. Not until it was too late anyway. By then he would be gone and they would be free. They wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.
Not even aware he was doing it – this used to be a regular routine to him, it was easy to fall back into it, almost soothing – he first locked his dorm door then he locked himself in his bathroom.
So familiar was the pattern that he welcomed it. Welcomed the pain – it was blissful and wonderful. He finally had control, he finally felt.
Somewhere in the haze he heard a knock at his dorm door. Ignoring it, Danny continued onwards. They were ruining his calm state. Danny willed them to go away but the knocking was getting more frantic. With every puncture of the still air he made another mark.
The tiles on the bathroom floor were contaminated by red. Running though the gouges between each tile and dripping down the drain. Danny was mesmerized. The beauty of the red against the bright white was his doing. He had control again; he was addicted once again.
Even through the beauty the knocking and persistent calls continued.
"Danny?" Knock.
Another wound. Another scar in the making.
"Danny, what are you doing?" Knock knock knock
Again and again and again.
"Danny, open the door!" Knock knock knock.
Again and again and again.
Next came the louder and softer tones of forceful pushes against the door. A quick frantic conversation outside and the sound of the lock being turned.
Danny was starting to see spots, bright blue popping up around the bathroom. He swayed with the room.
Running footsteps and the sound of a handle being turned. A curse word and another click of the lock.
Danny saw the door open and suddenly everything was gone.