venus-rome

[venus-rome]

In Between The Lines

CW:

Derealization

Pills

Blood/Gore

If I forgot anything, feel free to tell me :D

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He stood there, watching all his friends have fun at the picnic his wife set up. He isn’t one for huge gatherings but god, does this make him feel content. He gently smiles as he watches his wife, Marie, hanging out with her older brothers, Ace and Ash. He loves this. Too bad not everything can stay how he wishes. Nothing will ever stay how one wishes.

“Eliam! Why don’t you join us?” Lillian shouts as she notices her brother is to himself. Eliam snaps out of his little trance-like state. He looks at his little sister and takes a second to respond. “I much rather stay here to myself and watch everything go on. It’s much more peaceful in my opinion.” He sits on the ground. Lillian smiles and nods. “Alright!” She says before running off to be with her boyfriend.

The more he watches the more a certain nagging feeling gets stronger. What was it? He’s not sure but he doesn’t want to know. He’s happy and that’s all that matters to him.

The noises around him begin to distort and muffle. He knows this can’t be one of his hallucinations, could it..? No, it can’t, he took his medication today.. Or, he thinks he did? He shakes his head trying to shake off the feeling. Whatever it is, it shouldn’t get in the way, he’s having fun.

Wake up.

He keeps sitting there, watching as everything around him begins to distort. He sighs and looks down, trying to focus on one thing.

He quickly wakes up.

No no no, he needs to fully wake up!

Wait.

Wakes up?

Yes, wake up! Wake up already!

Is that really how this story is going to go?

Yes! The story will go with him waking up!

Just him waking up from a distorted dream?

It’s not a distorted ‘dream’.

No.

Let's start again.

Let him go..

He stood watching as all his friends enjoyed the party his wife set up. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Eliam was off to the side, he hates huge gatherings but this one made him so happy. He watches his wife talk with her two older brothers. He glances over at a white haired male, he’s tall and pale. He doesn’t seem familiar but maybe he’s just a friend of Marie’s.

No, it’s all wrong again!

Why does the man look like him? No, no, it’s ok for someone to look familiar to someone else. He sighs and shakes his head, his hair falls off his shoulders. Didn’t he put his hair up? He always puts his hair into a braid when he goes to gatherings. When did he put his hair down? It’s fine, odd, but fine. He moves his hair off of his shoulders and goes back to watching the group. Wait.. where did the man go?

run

He nervously looks around for the man. “Hello Eliam.” Eliam freezes when he hears an unfamiliar voice behind him speak. He turns to the voice and sees the white haired male. “How did you…?” He continues to watch the strange man.

Get out of there, now.

“Did I..?” “Know my name?” The male looks down at Eliam with a rather unsettling smile. “I have my ways, Eliam.” The man's tone when he says Eliam’s name had a bit of hate. Eliam looks away, getting rather uncomfortable by the random man. The man lets out a breathy chuckle then Eliam hears footsteps receding.

ELIAM RUN

The distorted noises are back but so much louder, painfully loud. He covers his ears and bends over. It feels like his ears might bleed from how loud it all is. It just keeps getting louder and louder causing him to tear up. He screams from the pain and tries to look to see if anyone could help him. Everyone is acting like nothing is happening.

please.. let him go..

Is this another hallucination? It has to be! Right..? But they’ve never been so bad. Are his hallucinations getting worse? They can’t be, he’s been taking his meds. He’s been doing everything he’s been told to do to prevent his hallucinations, so.. why are they back? 

This isn’t a hallucination Eliam, wake up.

Then there’s a sharp pain in the back of the head, almost like a knife going through his skull.

Wait, a knife?

No, that’s not right

None of this is right.

We can’t just leave it imperfect, can we?

Yes , we can.

No matter how much pain and suffering Eliam will go through, we need to make this perfect.

Let. Him. Go.

Again.

Please..

Eliam stood on the edge of a hill, he looked down at the beautiful city below him. He lived in the town on the water. He lived here happily with his wife. He turns back to look at the family reunion that his parents were hosting. His sister and her boyfriend, his wife, grandparents, pretty much anyone who was or will hopefully be family one day were there. He looks over to see a brown haired male with tan skin and a missing arm.

Why is Jason here..?

Where is the white haired male?

He isn’t here anymore

It doesn’t matter, he’s having fun again, even if he absolutely hates gatherings but he can deal with this one for a little while. Eliam sits on the ground, watching his family talk and play games. Marie seems to enjoy meeting his family. That’s good. Eliam is happy to see how happy everyone he loves having fun. 

Break the cycle today Eliam

There’s subtle clicking sounds. He grabs his pocket watch and looks at the time, maybe it was making the clicking noises? He looks down at the pocket watch and before he could see what time it was, the clock melts in his hand. The hot metal pours out of his hand and onto the ground. He screams as the hot metal burns through his skin. He desperately tries to get the metal off of his hand but it’s extremely hard to get it off. Why is it so hard to get off?

The ticking is still there.

He needs more time

Eliam finally gets the burning hot metal off of his hand and looks at the horrible burn he has. Blood pours out of his hand as the sound of loud static plays. He looks at his hand mortified, why is no one helping him? Maybe he’s asking too much by asking for help?

It’s never too much..

The ticking and the static both get louder and louder as he feels blood trickle out of his ears. He covers his ears causing the thick crimson liquid to stain his hair and smear on his face. He frantically shakes his head and hot tears pour out of his eyes.

Is he losing it? He knows he’s not insane.. right? Right?! He knows that he hasn’t lost it! Or has he?

He’s not insane.

We may not know that.

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