Guys please be careful on Instagram, there's a video of CSA going around and these dumb ass kids are reposting it for clout. The video in question is very graphic and I couldn't fuckin stomach it as it was very triggering. Please please please be careful and don't watch it, a little girl endured a very traumatic event, you won't gain anything from watching her suffer.
The floor beneath him is cold. Everywhere he looks swirls around him like food coloring in water. Colors blend together like too many voices in a crowd. He reaches for the floating lights, mumbling quietly. The moment of sedated peace is broken to tatters at a moment’s notice.
“Beng!” a man spoke- no. Shouted.“Get up. Getmann wishes to speak to you.”“Mnn..” Kurt furrows his brows, turning over onto all fours. “But I-”
It doesn’t matter. He’s already there in the tent with Getmann. The sedation fades as if it were never even there, making way for fear. He tries to back away, but there’s a desk and he rams into it, cringing.Getmann looks.. Hungry. Hungry for pain.
He approaches silently and reaches below Kurt’s chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze behind his round glasses. “You are sin.” he says, lifelessly. As if he’s only a puppet. Every part of him looks devoid of feeling, cold. It sends shivers through Kurt’s already shaking form.
“N-nein, bitte-” Kurt began to protest, and his face was introduced to a bottle of cheap beer. It sends him tumbling to the ground. The lights start again, but not the swirls. Everything is deaf for a moment before Getmann grabs him by the hair and pulls him back to his feet.
“You listen to me, son. You are a well of sin. You are garbage, undeserving, a demon. Why do I not just kill you..” he stops, and looks Kurt over as if measuring him. He tosses him back into the desk.
“You were made for sin, demon. There is no saving you.”
The dream goes on.
What scares him is not the contents, but that the event happened to him.
I don't know why but I really wish to see more of young Chalcanthite and his mom. Was he close to her or?
Kind of.
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Chalcanthite never knew his mom- not his biological one, anyways.
His mother passed away after a freak accident while giving birth to him and his father skipped town, so he grew up with an adoptive family.
This adoptive family basically pretended like his mother didn't exist until he was 8, which was when he was ACCIDENTALLY informed of her existence.
After years of begging, his step-father finally let him see a photo of his mom, and then the floodgates opened.
He would begin to ask about her, ask what she was like, what her hobbies were, etc, and every answer he got only made him more and more bitter that she wasn't still alive
A liberal woman, eccentric, 'far too engaged' with others, deeply insecure about her role as a mother, excited to be his mother.
Constantly being told she would be ashamed of how he was turning out.
Chalcanthite grew up treating the woman like his own virgin Mary. His family never spoke about her unless he asked, and even then he'd have to fight for information, but he was just never able to stop thinking about her.
She could've been the one to take care of him.
He often wonders how things would've been different, if he hadn't killed her- would she love him like they said she might've ? Would she take joy in the odd drawings he made ? Would she have protected him from strange men and familiar family ?
But then he wonders if, in Heaven, she hates him. He didn't mean to kill her- he didn't- but she's still dead, and he's still here, the last remainder of whatever beautiful legacy she had.
and he's ruining it.
As Chalcanthite aged, he was made more and more aware that the beautiful woman he'd removed from this world was replaced with him.
He loves his mother- he loves her more than life itself, would give ANYTHING to take her place, let her return back to the people who loved her, but he can't.
Instead, even in that god-damned facility, he still wonders.
Would she have loved him, back when he was young ?
Would she have seen the cruel intentions, evil hands, before he was ever even forced to know they existed ? Maybe she would've stopped it.
If, even then, he was forced into this facility, would she have looked for him ? Would she still love him ?
and then he wonders,
Why would she ?
How could she love him, after all he's done to her memory ?
A saint, a beautiful woman far more lovely than any white dove, and he disgraces her.
Her only son, a piece of shit antisocial alcoholic.
Her only son, a fucking sex toy to anyone who wants it bad enough.
Her only son, locked in a room with the same man that encompasses all that he grew up with.
Her only son, all too aware of his step mom reminding him time and time again how excited his mother was to have a daughter.
can. can rp blogs not. like and/or reblog ( especially the latter ) from the usurper tag. that's literally the tag for my& main abuser who abused me& for years. it has r.amcoa & p.rogramming & inc*st & c.sa & possible c.sem & t.rafficking & r.ecording themes & a lot of other triggering themes in it. don't fucking touch that shit. our& trauma as a did system isn't for your muse's fucking aesthetics. fuck off.
