Prompt: Day One
Fandom: Cry of Fear
Characters: Book Simon
Date Published: 09/25/2020
TW: Panic attack ..??

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He hid in the darkest corner of the room, which wasn't dark at all as the room was filled with lights that he could not reach, blood pooling on the ground beneath him as he hung his head. The constant drip drop of the liquid being comforting in this new situation. He did not like it. He had screamed and screamed until his throat was raw as the strangers had tried to placate him. As they /protected/ the one he was trying to kill. They had shoved him in this room, locking the door. After hours of trying to get out, he had given up, instead sitting with his knees tucked into his chest and his head hidden behind his legs, blood slowly dripping to the floor. The brightness of the room hurt him, his eyes sensitive to light after living in the dark for so long. He whimpered, pulling himself into a tighter ball. His body trembled, and soon water begain to mingle with the blood, the drips coming quicker as the colorless liquid helping to thin the blood. He exhales shakily, head darting to the door when he heard it creak open before he shoves his head back into his knees when blinded by the lights in the room. He heard a hiss of pain and some murmuring, and then footsteps coming closer. He flinched, shoving himself further into the corner as he clicked and trilled and /screamed/ at them, despite his already sore throat. They stopped, and he only heard murmured gibberish, and he pulled his bloodstained hood further over his eye sockets to shield them as much as he could. The blurry figure had their arms raised, and he vaguely recognized the pose as soothing. He hissed and whimpered, a long and high-pitched whine ripping itself from his throat. A cry for help. But help never came. Help would never come. He was alone, now, surrounded by people who didn't understand.

And that scared him.