Mystic Beach Blue 15: Week

[bookblather]

Author: Kat
Title: Week
Story: Shine Like It Does - Kat Doesn't Like This AU
Colors: Mystic beach blue 15 (this picture)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature collection, fingerpainting (there's ~style~), feathers (Your character loses everything.), glitter (An exercise in LOSS.), eraser (Kat Doesn't Like This AU).
Word Count: 238
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack doesn't take loss well.
Warnings: depression, implied death, implied suicide.
Notes: Yeah. Sorry.


He wakes up on the first day and doesn't feel anything.

He wakes up on the second day and this time, everything hurts. Pain like shards of broken glass, like razor blades filling his heart, so bad he pulls the blankets over his head and hopes it'll go away.

He wakes up on the third day and nope, it still hurts. At least it's not the sharp slashing pain anymore. Now it's like the deep ache of a broken bone and the bruised skin above it.

He wakes up on the fourth day and knows it's never going to heal. Why should it, anyway? Felix is gone. What's there left to heal?

He wakes up on the fifth day to fourteen missed calls. There's probably fourteen voicemail messages too, seven from each sister, each increasingly frantic. He doesn't answer them. His parents don't call, they show up at his front door, knocking and calling his name. He lies in bed and listens to their voices until they finally go away.

He wakes up on the sixth day and everything is quiet, even in his head. He's depressed, he can recognize that, but it's darker, bleaker, than it's ever been before. The ache has settled in for good, a bruise around his heart that hurts with every beat. Thinking is hard. Breathing is hard. He just wants it all to stop.

On the seventh day, he doesn't wake up.

Comments

[greenling]

This is a good way to deal with that glitter prompt. I don't much like that glitter prompt. It's probably just my own bad memories.

This feels like catharsis from my angle, though. I hope it brought something similar writing it.

[finch]

Oh, ow ow ow. I like the progression here, how well you sketch it out in so few words, but ow.

[serpentine]

Ow. Really well written, but ow.

[settecorvi]

This is brilliantly written and evoked in a handful of scenes, and it hurt to read. Thirding the ow.

[bookblather]

I don't like it much either, but this sort of spilled out through my fingertips. I don't know.

Thank you.

[bookblather]

Thank you. That's what I was going for, the progression and the pain.

[bookblather]

All I wanted to hear. Thanks.

[bookblather]

Thank you very much! I'm flattered.

[shipwreck_light]

I really love this. The movement, the jots of emotion moving along.

I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR ENJOYING IT ON A CERTAIN LEVEL.

But, I did. Because you are amazing. So there.

[bookblather]

Thank you! Enjoying something like this is a testament to my skills indeed.

[kay_brooke]

Oh, oh. This is so painful, but also...a thing that happens. You really captured the overwhelming feelings of loss.

[bookblather]

I think that was what caught me about this story, just... so much loss, and the awareness gradually trickling in. Thank you.