O.O This was… intense. I've never written something like this before so please tell me whether I got the mood right and everything (which would be a crazed type of thing, obviously, since the theme is Insanity.)
I had originally started writing this for Friday the 13 but I didn't finish it in time. Now I decided I could finish this in like half an hour. I just wrote without thinking and I really like the way this came out. SO please tell me what you think. Review. :3
Oh and I got tons of
inspiration from the song Funny Farm. It's
amazing and so, so cool! Here, I'll even give you a link. It's
about BB :3
http://www(DOT)youtube(DOT)com(SLASH)watch?v=kicvW3CAgV8
I don't own the awesomenesses(lol) that are B and L and Light or the awesome song Funny Farm Techno Remix.
12/100: Insanity
Dark eyes darted around the room.
All those voices, they were everywhere and yet they were nowhere. He pressed himself harder against corner of the wall. Drawing his knees up to his chest, he hugged himself and looked about.
Those horrible whispers… Those terrifying shouts… Those screams and cries and sobs… Why would they not be silent?
Hands reached out for him and B jumped. They were grabbing him- his hair, his legs, his shirt, his hands- anything they could manage to get a hold of.
He darted to the bed in his bedroom and flew under the covers, as if that thin sheet of cloth could protect him.
Still, the hands were insistent and proceeded to rip and tear at the bed covers, managing to scrape and scratch Beyond Birthday. They grabbed his shoulders proceeding to shake him violently.
B screamed.
"Wake up!"
He opened his eyes and jumped up. The world spun and his breath was heavy. He looked around the room, looking for the source of the voices, but was only able to find one person and his voice was distorted.
L was holding his face, both of his spidery, soft hands firmly and gently grabbing the sides of his cheeks so that B looked at him directly. Finally, B was able to calm down to be able to hear what his lover was saying. "It's just a dream."
Oh and you wouldn't know how much B wanted to believe that; how much he wanted to believe that this wasn't just another dream. And he knew for sure it was a dream because L was there. And B knew that L had left. He had left him. Abandoned him.
B had warned him, but did L listen? Of course not. He left to chase after that Light Yagami.
B had told him. "If you leave, I'll go insane! I'm not kidding."He had practically begged, almost going on his knees, pleading for L not to leave. But did L take him seriously? No. He thought it was a joke and so he left- he left -and then things got worse and worse and now, you see, he's gone completely out of his mind.
Things didn't make any sense anymore. He confused his nightmares with reality because they would always blend together. The voices were always there, just talking and talking (it was never ending chatter) and crying and shouting and whispering and laughing and he was never alone! He never got a moment of peace!
And it was often that he got to dream of L and he never knew whether to laugh or cry and it always ended up in some odd, eerie combination of both because L left but he was right there, right there in front of him!
So B would start with his odd combination of laughing and crying and L would glare at him and spit, "See, Beyond, this is why I left you. You're such a freak. You'll drive me nuts!"
And B would keep rolling around on the bed, laughing so hard his stomach hurt and crying so hard he couldn't breathe, but he always managed to gasp, "You're the one that made me this way, Lawliet!" Then he'd laugh some more, proceeding to trying to regain his breath so he could shout, "It's all your fault! It's your fault they're coming to take me away! I'm going to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time!"
And he'd just keep laughing as he heard the front door slam! shut as L left him another time. He'd find it hilariously depressing and would simply keep rolling around laughing and crying-
And then he'd wake up (for real this time) and he was still laughing and crying except this time L wasn't there telling him it was just a dream. There were nurses and nice young men in their clean white coats trying to make him calm. There were always the four white, clean white, bright white, walls that surrounded him 24/7. There was no other color in the room. Even the bed was starch white. Even his clothes were starch white. His fucking skin was so pale it could be called white. It was blinding.
Then there was, however, a sudden contrast in color that would catch his eye as he would see his ex-lover standing in the far corner of the room. His raven black hair looked darker against the blinding walls but his pale, soft skin seemed to blend in and then there was the contrast again as his eyes (his deep and endless eyes) would bore holes into his skin, just staring, looking, watching as B went crazier and crazier each and every day. He would simply stand there and stare, leaning against the white, white, wall with his hands in his pockets, simply staring as the doctors and the nurses tried to sedate him to stop him from yelling and crying and laughing.
But he never noticed any of this because the voices- they wouldn't shut up. They were just there, laughing and shouting and snorting and sobbing and screaming and making strange sounds and sometimes giving him a taste of silence simply to tease him because of course they would start all over again, making him suffer, never giving him a single moment of silence.
But Beyond Birthday never complained. He just did his odd combination of laughing and crying, the voices making a ruckus in the background of his mind, while L simply stared.
