Okay! This comes as another angst-off to the amazing Princess Unicorn123! This comes in three parts, but all are very short. Part Two of Three! And the song spread across all three chapters is "Butterfly, How Long It Takes To Die" by The Flaming Lips! We continue the decent into madness! Again, the same rules apply. The story with the most reviews after one week wins. So review, review, review! Or…I will come and find you.
You can see the butterfly has landed
Landed on your prison plates, you're out
You can feel it's trouble making a teardrop
You will see how long it takes to fly
Waking up in a sweat, his breath came in heavy gasps as every muscle in his body began to tremble. The silence was deafening. His nightmare had been so real…so…loud. The screams resonated in his mind as his ears rang from the sudden shock of a lack of noise. After all this time. And things were only getting worse, despite being under Hatori's care. Glancing at the window laced with chicken wire and bars, a slow sigh escaped his lips…the only sound in the darkness. Why was he still breathing…when it was all his fault. Hatori had promised him that with time…and the right cocktail of medications…that things would get better. That…he would be able to move on.
Moving on. That's all he really wanted to do. Move on…from this life. To be with her again. To see her face, and not the grotesque phantom that plagued his nightmares. He had tied…and failed. Failed her. Failed to atone. He was still…alive. His very first attempt at taking his life had been too flashy. Too…dramatic. Mistaken as a cry for help that had landed him here. A psychiatric facility under constant surveillance. A fact that separated him from his ultimate goal… Being with her...
"…Yuki…" a voice whispered in the dark, making his whole body stiffen.
"…Hello?" He whispered cautiously, his voice sounding strange in the silence that surrounded him.
He waited…listening. So sure the voice had spoken his name. As the silence lingered, he found himself convinced that it had only been a figment of his imagination. A result of the concoction of medications and vivid dreams. But then he heard it again. Soft. So soft and gentle as it beckoned him to listen…begging for his attention.
"…Yuki…"
A/N: This three part story is inspired by A Soulless Poets work, the "Embrace Of" series: "Embrace of darkness," "Embrace of light," and "Embrace of insanity." Check them out. They are more than worth the read!