Chapter 3 - BREAKING THE HABIT SONG FIC!

BREAKING THE HABIT



Memories consume

Like opening the wound

Im picking me apart again

You all assume

Im safe here in my room

Unless I try to start again



Atem had changed back from his werewolf form, but it was still the night of the full moon. His mouth was bloody. As were his feet and hands. He ran through the streets, away from the pain and darkness. He wore ripped trousers and the remains of a T-Shirt.

I dont want to be the one

The battles always choose

Cause inside I realize

That Im the one confused



He ran. He fell to his knees at the door of the house, no matter how fast or far away he ran he couldnt escape it.

I dont know whats worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

I dont know why I instigate

And say what I dont mean

I dont know how I got this way

I know its not alright

So Im

Breaking the habit

Tonight

Atem ripped some the wooden boards from over the windows of the old house. He jumped up and grabbed the top board. He pulled himself up and slipped through the gap.

Clutching my cure

I tightly lock the door

I try to catch my breath again

I hurt much more

Than any time before

I had no options left again



Atem stumbled into a room. His entire body trembled and pain still surged through him, mind and body. He locked the door; clutching the bottle of blue liquid that Ishizu had given him as a cure. It only lasted an hour per mouthful.

I dont want to be the one

The battles always choose

Cause inside I realize

That Im the one confused


He gulped down the liquid until the bottle was empty. His jaw trembled. He gaped, holding the empty bottle close to his lips. Not one drop. It truly was empty.

I dont know whats worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

I dont know why I instigate

And say what I dont mean

I dont know how I got this way

I know its not alright

So Im

Breaking the habit

Tonight

More. He needed more, a lifetimes worth. He threw the bottle and turned away, eyes filled with tears. He sobbed and buried his face on his hands.

Ill paint it on the walls

Cause Im the one at fault

Ill never fight again

And this is how it ends



Atem staggered to his feet. He kicked and screamed at the walls. He thrust a fist into the door, threw himself forward and slid down it, tears streaming down his face.
He kept a hand on the door, like it was his only hope.

I dont know whats worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

But now I have some clarity

To show you what I mean

I dont know how I got this way

I know its not alright

So Im

Breaking the habit

Im breaking the habit

Im breaking the habit

Tonight


Atem needed someone to find him, to help him recover and cure him. He lay on the floor curled up.


He curled up to die.

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