Author: Paranoid Aza
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Axel.
Summary: Flushing down the drain. Goodbye evidence. [Axel centric
Rating & Warnings: M. For subject matter. Don't do drugs.
Author's Notes: I really need an asprin...
Pairings: none
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Axel's head ducked into the toilet bowl.
It was disgusting, absolutely disgusting what he was doing. Not just the taste, not just the actions of it, but everything else – the reasons. He hated himself for it, but couldn't stop. It was like a drug, and every time he used it, the picture got a whole lot better looking.
With chocked, sobbing breath Axel grabbed the towel next to him and wiped his eyes dry.
The back of his throat felt thoroughly raped. Could the skin back there get bruised? Bile burned his mouth, and seared his senses as he breathed in it acidic smell. If only his hands would stop shaking. If only his body would stop jerking. He would be able to get up and walk away, to stop damaging himself and live a normal life.
But he couldn't stop shaking, and no matter how much he longed to get up and retrieve his tooth brush to cleanse his mouth of the vile after taste, Axel couldn't trust his legs right now. Using the hand towel, he wiped lingering spit off his lips and off his fingers. That towel would have to be washed, but right now the hamper was looking too far away.
Good. He didn't need to get up. The last thing Axel wanted right now was to see himself in the mirror. He didn't want to see the reflection that was only lying to him. Being tricked wasn't fun, especially if you were being tricked by yourself.
With a sigh, Axel leaned against the wall behind him and brought a hand to his forehead.
"I'm absolutely disgusting, aren't I?" he said to no one in particular, and reached up to flush the contents of his stomach away.
Good-bye evidence.
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Aza: I feel like I'm going to be raped for this...