All together now (binary_star) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-09-26 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: chiyu umeda, character: cian, character: the confluence |
Who: Connie & Chiyu
What: A bad night
When: 9/26
Where: The house
Warnings: Severe mental instability, self-harm, description of a victim of failed lynching, smut.
When the Confluence woke that night, he knew instinctively that he didn't want to open his eyes. He lay frozen for a good ten minutes shaking. Even rolling over in his bed to face the other direction, it didn't change. There was something in front of him and behind him at all times. His eyes squeezed even tighter shut and his fingers sank into his hair, pulling and hoping the pain would distract him. It didn't. He had to look.
Opening his eyes, he was faced with his mother. At first, this was a relief. She smiled at him the best she could but he realized that she was not perfect like she was meant to be. Usually, when Mother haunted him, she was beautiful and angelic. Tonight, she was as she had been after the unsuccessful lynching. Her tongue protruded from the side of her mouth, cracked, grey, and somewhat dried out. Her throat had permanent scarring and her face was forever somewhat red. She tried to speak around her tongue but the words were not ones he could understand.
This wasn't right... Why was this happening? And then he felt them... hands... So many hands... Grabbing, clawing at his skin, all from behind. Although what really happened was that he shot out of bed backward, in his mind, he believed he had been yanked and fallen to the ground. He nestled in the corner of his bedroom, hitting himself repeatedly in the head like he could shake loose all of the visions - that had mysteriously vanished as soon as he had left his bed like the remnants of a dream.
His mother was crouching next to him and she smiled that broken smile again before touching his forehead like checking for a fever. His mind's eye transported him then back to Bedlam. Suddenly, he fully believed he was back in a stone cell, changed to the wall. His hands scrabbled at the irons that weren't there. He was leaving bloody scratches behind either way.
The moon was looming and he stared at it as it hung over his head began to scream. Connie covered his ears with his hands and screamed too.