“Sick.”

- was the word scrawled on the wall, smacked right in the middle of an expanded version of his treasured painting. The vastness of the word overwhelmed the rest of the painting. Juxtaposed, surrealist-themed acrylic was scratched, torn at the dark corners. With every second the piece of work seemed to leer at him, the top half crinkled up clumsily. Plummeting resonances, tones of every reminisced ordeal racked his brain. Memories who were so longed to be destroyed ran back and devoured his suppressed thoughts. A pleasant, well kept (or so he thought) psyche mutilated by broken dreams.

Himchan had no idea why he was laughing manically and he wanted to stop. Desperately.

He collapsed to his knees, tears lining at his eyes and his hands coating his face, crying. Ingrown nails scraping at the black crooks under his eyes.

Moments later, the painting was coated with blood, while Himchan stumbled back, drunken with euphoria, crimson dripping from his whitened knuckles.

Journal Entry #5

Date: January 1, 1975

Verity…

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(25/9/2012) Not a foreword, but more like a random extract from the oneshot. 

Happy belated Birthday, Jishubunny (check her out)! <3 This is made in your honor.

Enjoy (minions..)!

(26/9/2012) Final will be up in a week or two.