[A ghost? Is there? Is she there? Sometimes he can't tell if that little flash of red at the corner of his eye is a figment of his imagination, part of someone's shirt, or if it's the ragged hem of that little red dress she wears.
Ragged, like someone's carelessly taken a pair of scissors to it and shredded it ruthlessly. Just like how she shredded him. Cut his body, cut his mind, cut his soul. Yes, that's what she did. Severed parts of his sanity, slashed away his memory, leaving him incomplete, half the man that he used to be.
What's wrong? The boy asks.
Everything. His entire existence is a sin against nature. He died, should have died, has died, will die, is dying, just die die die die die like how they scream and curse him with their last breath--
Lu Meng falls to his knees, hands digging into his sides till there's searing pain and drops of blood. His lungs squeeze and squeeze as if they're forcing out all the air inside. He can't hear Red anymore, can't feel the paper-thin remains of the grass underneath him. Instead there's just, just this high pitched laughter and screaming inside his head, and incomplete images in his mind. He can't remember what he does, but he can't forget how they begged for him to just kill them end them why is he doing this why him why why why--
His shadow quivers behind him before it begins to slowly spread on the ground in front of him, the edges now taking the form of black tendrils and inching forward to Red.]
CW: Blood, Dismemberment, Self-harm
Ragged, like someone's carelessly taken a pair of scissors to it and shredded it ruthlessly. Just like how she shredded him. Cut his body, cut his mind, cut his soul. Yes, that's what she did. Severed parts of his sanity, slashed away his memory, leaving him incomplete, half the man that he used to be.
What's wrong? The boy asks.
Everything. His entire existence is a sin against nature. He died, should have died, has died, will die, is dying, just die die die die die like how they scream and curse him with their last breath--
Lu Meng falls to his knees, hands digging into his sides till there's searing pain and drops of blood. His lungs squeeze and squeeze as if they're forcing out all the air inside. He can't hear Red anymore, can't feel the paper-thin remains of the grass underneath him. Instead there's just, just this high pitched laughter and screaming inside his head, and incomplete images in his mind. He can't remember what he does, but he can't forget how they begged for him to just kill them end them why is he doing this why him why why why--
His shadow quivers behind him before it begins to slowly spread on the ground in front of him, the edges now taking the form of black tendrils and inching forward to Red.]