"W-what is this?"

He tries to open the door behind him but it won't open, he bangs on the door

"enough playing with me! let me out!"

he slowly drops on his knees, his back on the door. Tears form in his eyes again. He knows he was at fault, but he didn’t accept it for the longest time. 

Looking down at his hands, it feels like the blood stains are still fresh and the hearts are still warm at his touch

"Yara..."

He looks around one more time, the clock takes his attention, it had no hands but it made a ticking sound.

He then looks around again, the vase on the table looks like It's dissolving into the wall. The pictures on the walls now lack color. The writing on the wall are blurry

He takes a deep breath, and pinches himself hard on his arm

"haaghhhh!"

He finally wakes up. 

He's in his room, laying on the bed under the covers. warm and cozy while his heart is beating in his hands.

He looks around. For how long has he been dreaming? 

He covers his face with his hands

"This is such a fucking—"

He notices something from between his fingures

"No...no...no no nononono"

One, two three four...seven bodies, hung up to the ceiling

Their skin lacks color, pale. Eyes watching only him with a still stare. 

He tries to back away but his back is touching the headboard. 

slowly, 

"krrk...krrrk" 

their skin peel off, right in front of him, blood dripping off their bodies as the skin slams against the floor with a loud "slump" sound

He covers his mouth with his hands, eyes almost popping out of It's sockets. Tears streaming without his permission. He can't look away neither can he look at it.

Their internal organs are visible now, as one by one

thud

thud

thud

they hit the floor

He tries to get off the bed, but the heart, the kidney, the lung, they're slipping their way to him

It's as if he can't feel his legs anymore but he runs, opens the door, about to take another step as he slips on something. Blood, the floor is covered with it, Like how it used to.