I love these types of threads! <3
Eory lost track of the time as his teeth sunk into his arm and little droplets of blood escaped from where they had.
Drip, drip, drip.
He looked at his arm confusedly. He didn't think he had bitten it so hard that it would be dripping.
Drip, drip, drip.
The sound entered his mind and filled it. It seemed to echo loudly and without mercy in his ears; it was suffocatingly close, just like that wet, dusty smell in the air that clung to his nose, and those walls that seemed to creep closer and closer to him with each passing day.
Drip, drip, drip.
Sweat dripped down his forehead. What was this sound that was invading his privacy?
He sat up. His eyes frantically scanned the messy room for the deafening sound.
Eventually, his eyes locked onto a hole in the ceiling.
It was leaking rainwater.
He felt sheepish at how frightened he had been of something as silly as rainwater. He was going to find a way to plug it up, but he stopped when his imagination ran away with him.
He stared at the water unblinkingly for moments with his mouth agape.
Drip, drip, drip. Pitter, patter…