You went home early, followed by the scolding stare of your boss as she watched you cross the street. Your little episode had worried her, and she had near immediately sent you out with a reminder to not forget to take your medicine.
You reached home quickly, quicker than normal. Quicker than you had in a long, long time.
You felt like cotton was stuffed alongside your couldn't hear yourself think anymore. The static was louder than normal, all the voices screaming, reacting with volume to your frazzled emotions.
So loud that you couldn't hear the hum of the elevator, or the footsteps, or the rattle of bones.
A hand hovered over your shoulder, about to touch you; and you went rigid on reflex. There was a bit of an awkward silence. Then a slow breath.
"Look, buddy, get it. Not every human is… comfortable with monsters. I was just a little worried is all."
The skeleton. Why was the skeleton…? You didn't care. That didn't matter. You needed to- to-
"Pal? You alright? Seriously, are you okay?"
You could barely hear him. Your head was swimming. You were drowning in nothing and you needed to get inside. You needed to be anywhere but here.
A sharp ache told you you forgot to breathe again and you shook with your sudden inhale. It scratched your throat roughly and you barely caught yourself from taking your nails down your throat. A hand patted your shoulder awkwardly and you flinched.
"Too much," You think you may have mumbled. Every word ached with a weight you were choking on. You gave up,heavy fingers prodding at your Adam's apple. The skeleton looked confused, the little lights in his eyes following your fingers.
He voiced a little gasp that made him rattle when you dug your nails in, choking on your breath and trying to breath.
"Woah- woah! Hey, wait- that's-" phalanges dug into your skin and your breath hitched pathetically.
"Stop, stop," you found yourself muttering.
Startled, shocked into moving, your fingers scrambled for your keys. Pain laced through your knuckles.
A good distraction for both of you apparently. The skeleton rattled loudly as a bit of red splashed onto his cheek, sockets wide.
You took your chance.
You fumbled a little with the keys, the blood making your hold slippery but evertually you had the door swung open.
You were numb. Couldn't see or hear- you just moved.
The door slammed so loudly you snapped out of it.
Hyperventilating on the floor, you shuddered violently. Blood was staining the tiles. The keys had slashed open your knuckles pretty badly.
The lump on your throat rose again and you choked on it in a way you hadn't done in awhile.
Salt mixed into your wounds. You didn't care.
Pressing slimy, Crimson fingers tightly to your throat, you curled up and cried.