~torment
/ˈtɔːmɛnt/
severe physical or mental suffering~

~eddy~

one cut, two cut, three cut. when your minds wanders to her, one more. scratch over your scabs and make them all deeper. bleed till you feel empty, and keep bleeding.

hugs from toni hurt eddy, anything to do with toni hurt eddy. he was tormented by the illusions, by the one he loved. he scratched and bled, emptying out everything. the words were blocked when the blood trickled down. eddy's skin was covered in blood, his sheets and his floor, too. everything was ruined, but none more tainted than eddy.

his mind longed for comfort and for acceptance, but his heart led to torment and insanity. he hurt the figures on toni and of her boyfriend over and over, but their appearances never ceased.

then brett came to his mind. he taunted eddy for being weak and being a crybaby. "get over it," the figure would say, and his soul was crushed. he'd come and lean over eddy's shoulder, tracing the fresh cuts. "jeez, you're overreacting, it's just a breakup," the man would tease. "i wonder why i stay with you, ugh."

eddy found himself cutting deeper and deeper and more and more when brett said these things. he hurt more than when the girl came into his world. brett only showed remorse to then beat it into the ground. he only had sympathy when it was sarcastic. eddy had hope that would always be crushed, and hurt him. he thought he could trust the boy who asked him to hang out on that fateful day. he helped him get over his guarded trust, and helped him build the door on his trust that was too open. and now here brett was, manipulating his trust and twisting his heart in ways he couldn't imagine.

salty tears fell into each cut, stinging even more. the torment kept lingering in his mind, no matter how deep he cut or how many tears he cried. and he felt brett every time he touched him, and he felt the hatred in each touch.

"why do i stay? why do i even bother with a crybaby like you? stop overreacting!" brett's words replayed in eddy's mind. he no longer left his face unscathed and those were filled with cuts of sorrow. all the tears were drained from his body, of which was weak and vulnerable.

eddy's mind was filled with hope every time brett sung from the other side of the door, and the words dissipated when he said goodnight. the words sealed away eddy's hope once again, and the torment arose once again.

eddy's body aches for sleep and for comfort, yet the thoughts kept him awake. the shaking of brett it the laughter coming from toni kept him awake. when he was about to doze off, shrieking laughs came from the three people there and woke him back up. and he cut his arms for release.

and it felt as if that release would never sustain

~brett~

a lullaby for a friend, a lullaby for one. a hum and a sing for the one you love, and never give up on them. let their world be a little fuller, even if it seems empty.

brett continued to sing, every single day. and everyday, he'd end it with a soft goodnight. everyday the song changed, no longer was it only lullabies. he sung beautiful songs with words that fulfilled and messages that were wonderful.

and everyday, his body urged for him to open that door. brett always held himself back, he made a promise and he wouldn't break it. besides, eddy was fine, he knew it. he would go when he needed to.

brett found himself lying on the bed for a long time before he slept. his mind drifted to wonder why his body longed to open that door. his dreams were just memories of him and eddy. every night, a new one played, whether it was a major part of their lives or just a small memory. he found himself smiling at the memories, before he remembered their current situation.

everyday, brett found himself holding the door handle on eddy's bedroom door. his hand would shake, urging to just open it, but he refrained, he reminded himself of the promise. but everyday, he's stand there for longer, his mind left wondering why.

at the door, he sung, his forehead leaning against it and his hand resting on the handle. his words were shaky and he was slightly out of tune, but he kept singing. he thought of eddy and let him know he was still there, waiting for him. "goodnight," brett would wish to the boy, before he went to his own room and lay on his bed.

brett watched the stars, they were always slightly duller. they didn't twinkle or sparkle, they just dully shone in the ever growing darkness. he felt they were being enveloped by the darkness, the brightness ever so slightly leaving them.

he'd sometimes find himself out of his bed, about to open eddy's door, before he can back to his senses and went back to his bed. brett always yearned to see why, what was urging him? his incessant curiosity tormented him, as his own wants were behind his promises.

and maybe curiosity does kill the cat