violent dreams ✧ animeme ... dtae #4

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TW: mild flash warning, eyes, mild blood didnt add a face because isnt really needed + deadline is tomorrow LOL :holding_back_tears: ANYWAYS lore is below TW for gore, eyes there he was, right in front of that building he had heard about previously. theo wasn't expecting any squatters or motion sensors, or anyone else when he approached it. from what he knew, that building had been abandoned for years and barely anyone knew about it. theo took a deep breath. this building - a supposed hospital (or was it a school? a factory? he couldn't quite remember) was quite isolated: about a 15 or 20 minute's walk from the road, he remembered. shaking the thoughts from his head, he focused more on looking for a way to get in. once he finished pulling himself up from a shoulder-high broken window, he stumbled into the room and looked around. fumbling with his bag, he took out a powerful flashlight and switched it on. with the area around him instantly brightened, he saw several workdesks and bookshelves and tools around him. "everything's so neat," he thought, "huh. really interesting. maybe i should do more research on this place when i get back..." as he ventured deeper and climbed up more stories, he soon felt eyes staring at him. strange, though, because when he looked around, nothing was really ajar. so, he continued to search the place and skim through each room in search of something cool. soon theo figured he'd have to go in a few hours, so he jogged down the stairs but stopped when he saw a lower level. he had his doubts, but the basement level had its mysterious and cool aura around it so that he couldn't resist going down there and exploring deeper. however, everything that happened when he walked down to the basement levels was a blur. all theo remembered after was running, stumbling, scrambling, sprinting to get back to the road; to get back home. his eye stung in a sharp, stabbing pain. when he looked up in the mirror all he saw was a fleshy wound replacing where his eye was, oozing some sort of darker and blacker bloody red liquid. all he could do was bite back the excruciating pain as he treated and patched his wound while groping for the nearest eyepatch he had. stumbling back, he could feel those same eyes previously watching him, watching him now, as he shifted in and out of conciousness and soon passed out. the next day, he couldn't remember anything except that his eye was now gone, and he could still feel someone watching him wherever he went.