This kinda reflects my mood tbh
Warning!- deals with abuse and some blood. Also cussing.
-Y/N POV-
"That hurt you son of a bitch..."
I muttered through my gritted teeth.
"What?"
He hissed out. A bleeding red haze pouring out of his eyes.
Something had possessed him.
Again.
He had just slapped me, and he used his powers.
He lit is hand on fire and lashed me.
Leaving a burned bloody cut fresh.
My blood dripping onto the carpet of our shared apartment.
The nice white plush carpet me and Lloyd had picked. We took off our shoes and held hands and wiggled our toes in the fluffy white carpet that we both loved.
"I said that hurt!"
I snapped.
His head craned back to my face. The red haze surrounding his eyes.
He smiled sickly.
"Did it? You're so pathetic! I knew it when I moved into this place and you cried when you stubbed your toe!"
He yelled at me.
My tears brimming the edge of my eyes.
Like a dam just waiting to burst.
The day it happened I was walking around the apartment we'd put so much hard work into and slammed my pinky toe into the door frame. I immediately started crying. Lloyd was there in seconds, cradling me. Telling me it was okay kitten.
"Are you going to cry now?"
He offered. His voice coming out like nails running against a chalk board. My ears could be bleeding.
I remember waking up in bed next to him the first time. Sun streaming through the blinds, lighting up his perfect hair. His eyes crept open, meeting mine. He pulled me close to him.
"Good morning."
He whispered even though we were completely alone.
"Lloyd. Reject him!"
I screamed at the monster in front of me that was torturing my soul.
"Lloyd? Let me think of him. Oh yeah. He's gone. No wonder that nobody likes you. You're such a crybaby and way too attached to Lloyd."
He grinned down at me.
I reached up and grabbed the back of his blond hair and pulled him down for a kiss.
Like breaking the spell in the movies.
But it didn't.
He pushed me back into the kitchen wall roughly.
"I wish you were never born."
He breathed down my neck. He pulled a large knife out of the cutting block.
I bolted upstairs to our shared room and fumbled with the phone. I dialed the number I knew best.
"Hey, Y/N what's up?"
It was Kai's voice. Something better to hear than my own pathetic one and or Lloyd's.
"Lloyd. He's been. Possessed."
I choked out while I could hear the pun ding footsteps coming up the stairs.
"By what?"
He frantically asked.
The door was flung open to reveal the man I had been running away from.
He launched himself toward me.
I narrowly dodged the knife coming at me. And ran across the room and down the stairs.
Leaving the phone upstairs. I was surely dead. I ran and hid in one of our closest behind everything and prayed to the First Spinjitzu Master.
The door swung open and the light flashed on.
The door was swung shut with an enormous force.
It could've ripped it off the hinges.
I sat there and silently cried.
The glass sounded like it had been shattered. Voices were heard.
Kai's yelling at his younger brother. Jay cracking jokes. Zane saying the statistics. Cole rubbing his fist together and cracking his knuckles. Nya loudly yelling about where I was.
I emerged from the closest. The ninja weren't far.
I was suddenly tugged on the collar.
I screamed.
A cold hand clamped over my mouth.
Hot, salty tears continuing.
"Hey, it's okay. It's me."
Nya reassured me.
I sat in her arms and silently cried.
Sound.
If I made a sound he could fight me.
The house went silent for a long time.
Nobody said anything. No fighting sounds.
A blond man emerged the corner. I tried to sink into Nya and hide myself. He kept advancing.
His eyes the emerald they had always been but without the haze. The haze flashbacks playing out in my head.
"I missed you Kitten."
He whispered in a completely silent house.
And I let out the sobs and attached myself to him.
I didn't want to ever let go.
Not again.
After those 4 years with the haze.
Never again.
-yeah I know this is weird-
I've been in an odd place lately.