Cracked
Chapter Timeline: Chapter Twenty-Four: Holding Onto Strings Better Left to Fray
Rating: K+
He didn't want to listen to the voices.
He heard them from a distance, outside the window, the door, maybe. They were closed, both entranceways, so nobody could get in. They couldn't get through Al—no way...
Swipe it, they said. Swipe it and we'll go away.
Swipe it, swipe it.
Swipe it, swipe it
And the chanting got louder. With widening eyes, Ed looked to the bathroom. The door cracked open, a blow dryer overtaking Mirah's hearing.
They just got louder, and they wouldn't stop.
Knock the suitcase over. It'll show her how much you love her.
But I don't—
Denial, Winry's voice. Outside the window.. and was that... a shim of her silhouette?
How much longer will you run, Edward?
Swipe it, swipe it.
SWIPE IT SWIPE IT
So, he did.
He swept his arm and knocked the suitcase over, crashing it against the floor.
Triggering Mirah's attention, Alphonse's scared voice and an open door.
He didn't know how to explain it. Everything faded away with the presence of them, with the concern of her.
When she stepped up to him, soft feet padding against hard floorboards, he felt... so much calmer. She was his eye of the storm.
He just wasn't sure what storm he was about to face.
A/N: When faced with enough stress, the mind can definitely go into a state of psychosis. Hearing voices, seeing illusions, the whole deal. So... Yeah. That was basically my muse for this drabble, lol.