This Was Not A Fun Week For Me. - Tumblr Posts

Vent warning ig?

Been feeling kind of shit. Have some poorly written stuff to help

I don't know if this should be content warning, so...uh.

TW for blood.

Your blood boiled. It twisted and roiled and burned and started to bleed out of you in rivers of fire and pain and torment.

Your blood was sticky and hot, it clung to your clothes like a scarlet parasite. It smelt of copper and death, and you shook as you bled and bled and bled. The pool of crimson had grown underneath you, turning your clothes blood red and making your vision blurry.

You could feel the tears next. Your tears streaming down your face as you screamed and screamed and held your head, trying to find the origin of the wound. The origin of the blood. Your body turning paler and paler as your clothes soaked in your blood and tears.

You were pathetic. Too tired and scared and pained to move. It was agony, torment with every breath you took.

Until you felt the fluid in your lungs. The sickly feeling of something flooding into your airways, causing you to choke and cough blood out onto the floor in an abstract mess of agony and suffering. Why hadn't you died yet? Why was the universe being cruel?

The pain never ebbed. In fact, it only grew and grew and grew with every passing second. Your hands grasped for something that wasn't there, for reassurance you could never hope to find. Hysteria had you right in its grasp, squeezing the life out of you slowly and methodically, making you wish you could simply wither away instead of endure this hell.

Eventually, you begin to feel the pain numbing, being replaced by a heavy sense of drowsiness. You felt the weight of sleep and blood loss lull you into a dream you would never wake up from.