The Beetles Don't Live in the Static- Voidtrip AU
Based on @electricmindart voidtrip AU which I adore. Here is some quick angst for you all. Slight Caddimoose
I stand in the freezing bathroom,my hands running over the scars and cuts that mask my skin. I had another trip last night… And they were there again. I shake as the heating broke ages ago and I’m wearing just my underwear right now. The feeling of the blood running down my body like rain from various cuts I’d done to myself last night. I had to scratch them off,I really did. The bruise on my scalp throbs like an alarm and I stay still. I know what’s about to happen. I know what is about to happen.
I’m thrown into a trip,the overwhelming static lights and noises make me feel sick. I want it to stop. I want it to stop. I feel my legs buckle and I must of whacked my head on the sink as the headache increases like someone driving a burning hot pin into my skull. Then I hear it getting louder. The clicking. They are coming. The beetles are coming. They crawl up my skin; biting and cutting me. I dig my nails into my legs and pull them out. I scratch and scratch and scratch at my legs. I feel myself falling and more beetles grab onto me. The neon static visions get brighter and the noises get louder and worse. I feel myself land with a thud and everything goes black.
“Caddy?” I slowly open my eyes to find myself on the floor where Ian is. About 25 seconds later,Ian appears and hugs me. “Jesus! You’re hurt. Was it the beetles again?” I feel my mind go fuzzy and my brain hurt but I just nod. Tears fall down Ian’s back and he just wipes them away. “Well… you’re here now. Everything is gonna be OK. I’ll find something to cover you up. You’ll get sick standing in just your underwear. He sits me down in the armchair and gets a old T-shirt and trousers and hands them to me. I put them on slowly,trying not to make me cuts hurt any more than they do. Ian drapes a blanket over my shoulder and clean the fresh wounds.
He pulls me back into a hug and I crumple into his arms. I know that a trip won’t happen here. He reads some of the letters he gets from the printer while he strokes me,careful around where he knows it hurts. He doesn’t deserve me. I must waste so much of his time and I mess everything up. I end up bursting back into tears and I hear Ian’s voice go sad. “Oh Caddy. Please don’t cry.” He pulls me closer and wipes my eyes. “Beetles don’t like the void. Or the static the TV makes. You’re here with me and I promise you won’t get hurt”
“Why do you let me stay? You are just my imagination!”
“I’m not. I’m real. Just because I only live here doesn’t mean I don’t exist.”
“Will you ever leave me?”
“No. Caddy. I never will”