Song: SIX PILLS - ROSENDALE

Requested by: BellDaizora456

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentioned of drugs. Read at your own risk ⚠️

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Shu Kurenai wandered through the dense forest, his heart is heavy with sorrow. His life had been a series of disappointments, each one destroying away at his fragile hope. His childhood was a blur of empty rooms and cold meals, his parents always absent, chasing careers and ambitions that never included him. The loneliness he felt as a child had grown into a dark shadow that followed him until now, feeding on his every failure and heartbreak.

One particularly normal (sad) day, as Shu walked through the woods, he encountered an unexpected person. The man was a strange figure, suspicious as a businessman, wearing a formal suit and a knowing glint in his sapphire eyes. Despite his eerie presence, Theodore's gentle smile seemed to offer a blunt sense of comfort.

They sat together on a fallen log, and Theodore spoke with an unsettling certainty. "I can see it in your eyes," he said, his voice deep, echoing around. "You've been hurt a couple of times. I've got the perfect antidote to cure a heart of stone." Then he put a large blue bottle filled with tiny red pills and placed it in Shu's trembling hands.

"This stuff can do wonders," Theodore assured him. "Take you to Wonderland. Make you a perfect child." Shu should have been wary when Theodore's smile twisted into a grin, but he was too consumed by his own desperation to notice. As Theodore walked away, leaving Shu in a haze of confusion, he called back, "One to numb the hurt, two to ease the pain, three to clear your mind, forget all the hate. Take as I advised, not more than prescribed. Several weeks ahead, you'll be fine forever."

Shu returns home, his heart is filled with chaos and anguish. The bottle weighed heavily in his hands, it shined like it was his last hope. Seducing him to try it already. His mind was a storm of thoughts, each one more tormenting than the last. "Why did they leave me? Why wasn't I enough?" The memories of his childhood were vivid and cruel, his parents' absence a wound that never healed. He could still see the empty dining table, and the vacant rooms, and feel the cold, crushing loneliness that had been his constant companion.

In a moment of reckless desperation, Shu opened the bottle and swallowed a pill. The effect was immediate and overwhelming. For a brief, beautiful moment, he felt weightless, his mind free from pain. He soared through a dreamscape of clouds and starlit skies, a magical escape from his relentless reality. But as the effects faded, he crashed back into the cold, hard truth of his existence, waking up in his bed, the echoes of his dream dissolving into the harsh light of day.

(No! No! No!)

(For the first time in his life, he finally feels happy! There's now a he would let go of that feeling)

"One to numb the hurt, two to ease the pain, three to clear my mind, forget all my hate," he whispered to himself, struggling to recall Theodore's instructions. But the words were slippery, his mind too clouded by anguish to remember clearly. "What did he say next? I forget all the rest. Several weeks ahead, I'll be fine forever," he repeated, clinging to the anchor of his relief.

(He wants more!)

(He doesn't want to feel pain again!)

(It would work...right?)

The darkness within Shu grew deeper, his thoughts more frantic and lonely. "Five could never hurt, just to calm my nerves. Several weeks ahead, I'll be fine again." The red pills became his lifeline, his only escape from the torment in his mind. But each dose pulled him further from reality, the world around him blurring into a haze of nightmares.

His internal dialogue became a relentless noise of despair. "Why am I so broken? Why can't I be normal?" Images haunted him—visions of his younger self, a lonely child crying out for parents who never came. He saw himself trapped in the shadows, he tried to run away as each turn led to a dead end, his parents' faces distorted into grotesque masks that sneered and taunted him. "You were never enough, Shu. Never enough."

(PLEASE!! STOP IT!!)

Shu needed a refill to chase away the evil whispers in his head. But Theodore Glass was nowhere to be found. The old man's home was empty, his neighbors insisting that no one had lived there for years.

Now, every day was a blur of pain and confusion. Shu's mind was a torturous place, his thoughts a relentless assault of anguish and regret. "One to stop the chills, two to ease the pain, three to wash away my guilt, forget all my shame. Five could never hurt, six couldn't be worse. Seven days it's been, here we go again."

The cycle continued, unrelenting, dragging Shu deeper into a void of despair. His mind standstill on the edge of sanity, each dose pulling him further from reality. "Here we go again," he thought, a dark resignation settling over him. The red pills were his curse, Theodore Glass his tormentor. In the depths of his madness, Shu wondered if there was any escape from this relentless nightmare.

(It's not fair. Why does the world hate him so much!)

(He just wanted to feel love!)

Shu's mind was a prison, his thoughts a dark, echoing room of self-loathing and regret. "Why couldn't they love me? Why wasn't I good enough?" He saw himself as a child, standing at the window, waiting for parents who never came. He remembered the hollow feeling in his chest when he realized they weren't coming home.

(Wait... Since when did the house become a home?)

Theodore's pills offered a quick escape, but the relief was always temporary. Each time Shu awoke from his drug-induced dreams, the reality of his loneliness hit him even harder. "One to numb the hurt, two to ease the pain, three to clear my mind, forget all my hate," he chanted, the words echo in the silence of his room.

The desperation grew, each dose pulling him further into madness. "Five could never hurt, just to calm my nerves. Several weeks ahead, I'll be fine again." But the weeks stretched on, and Shu was anything but fine.

(It just keeps on repeating. It won't end no matter how much he tries)

"Why am I so broken? Why can't I be normal?" His mind conjured images of his younger self, a lonely child crying out for parents who never came. He saw himself chained in a dark room. His parents deformed into monsters, their voices teasing him. "You were never fine, Shu. Never will be perfect."

Desperation turned to dependency and dependency to madness. Shu needed a refill to chase the friendly whispers in his head. The companion he only had on his life.

Now, every day was a blur of elation and entertainment. Shu's mind is a land of Neverland, a place of a reminder of his childhood, like his favorite character Peter Pan, his thoughts are like a bullet train he doesn't mind being hit on. "One to stop the chills, two to ease the pain, three to wash away my guilt, forget all my shame. Five could never hurt, six couldn't be worse. Seven days it's been, here we go again."

The cycle continued, dragging Shu deeper into a void of utopia. His mind was shattered and he finally reached the edge of sanity, each dose pulling him from fantasy. He smiled as his cloudy crimson eyes gleamed in overwhelming happiness.

"Here we go again. Damn, It just keeps getting better"

Shu Kurenai is officially broken

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