It conjured up visions of two siblings reclining under the shade of a tree swaying with bountiful leaves, of promises made and then broken, of a schism between brother and brother, light and dark.
That facial atrocity had a name smiles, he recalled, but even the word repulsed him like the acrid stink of vomit. The room grew dank and instinct with pressure until breathing was akin to having a pair of hands wrap around your neck and squeeze. Every second he brooded, the shadows of lamps, bedposts, and a chest of drawers thickened and stretched farther.
The thrashes of a tentacle or two whipping the air overhead punctuated the rumbling crackle rolling between his gritted teeth. Those rising curves of joy on their lips, the same assault of happiness his brother oozed like the sun bled heat, drew a low hiss from deep within Nightmare. The moon's eye skirted the ribbons of a tattered curtain and fluttered across the wooden frame set atop a bedside table, which bore the crumpled photograph of a family. The cloud cover had swallowed the sky in a veil of fog and torrential darkness, but on nights when the crickets sang no more and the frogs kept to the water, it parted under the patchwork of stars waiting to twinkle at the unconscious countryside. Warnings: Implied Depression, Blood, Violence, Implied Past Death, Psychological/Emotional Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.
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