Out of Control || Red & Eerie
It was cold, so damn cold. Red's exposed arms were numb from being out in this frozen environment for so long. He didn't care really, he could deal with cold. He used to love the cold and he used to love snow but as he stood on this mountain by himself all those feeling just left him. It was as if he couldn't feel anymore.
He didn't mind. When he felt things, he just got irritated and grief took him over. The cold weather and the alcohol helped to numb that feeling. When he was drunk and frozen, nothing could make him feel sad. The downside to that was he never felt any happiness.
He looked back inside the cave that he made his home. It was pretty simple. There was a roaring fire and some leaves he used as a bed. The floor was also littered with empty bottles and broken glass.
As he took a look at the floor, he thought for the first time that maybe he was drinking too much to try to numb the pain. He gave a hollow chuckle at that, he had already known that for a long time, he was just admitting it to himself now.
He knew that he wasn't 'well' and he knew that what he was doing wasn't healthy but he didn't give a shit. The healthy thing to do would be to embrace his feelings of sadness and guilt but he had no intention of embracing anything. He was fine living without happiness as long as it meant that he could live without sadness.
Red didn't know why he stayed up on this damn mountain. One of his best friends died here not even a year ago. "I must be seriously fucked up to stay here," he whispered to himself. What kind of person finds solace in a place where their best friend died?
Red stood outside waiting for anything interesting to make itself known to him. It had been too long since anyone had come up here. Sometimes he got challenged here. There was apparently a rumour about a ghost trainer who lived on the mountain. He had laughed when he first heard that. He had laughed harder than he had for a long time.
Most of the other company he got were either women he who brought up here or friends that were worried about his mental state. The women could never stay here for long as they weren't built for the climate and his friends would just annoy him about how he wasn't well. He'd usually just get angry at his friends and lash out at them. He hadn't ever actually raised a fist against anyone but he had been close.
As he stood atop the the mountain looking down. He saw a small figure making its way towards him. He grinned and took out a Pokeball. It wasn't the comforting grin he was known for, it was more like the grin a of a predator who was sure to devour his prey.