Author's Notes: I luuuuuvvv Linkin Park! Woohoo! ::ahem:: Anyways, I wanted to do a songfic for Nny, because I adore him so, and I thought this would be the absolute perfect song, and a break from the love stories I've been working on. All credit for Nny goes to Jhonen, and the lyrics are copyrighted to Linkin Park. I own none of it. ::sniff::
Crawling
Nny'sFallenAngel
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Johnny lay on the floor of his fourth basement down in a pool of his own blood. His knife lay next to him, slick with blood. He was staring at it, somewhat confused.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
It was almost pretty, the way the dark, wet blood gleamed on the carbon steel like liquified rubies, he noticed, dazed.
"Fuck, what the hell happened?"
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
His eyes went out of focus as he tried to remember what he had been doing before he ended up on the floor with blood all over the place.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
His eyes cleared slightly; oh yes, now he remembered. He had been in the process of cleaning the blade, there was the wet rag he had been using over there. It was useless, now, the detached part of his brain that wasn't concerned about bleeding to death mused.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how
He remembered that he had been seized by a sudden, overpowering pain in his head, a taunting, cold pain, like swallowing ice cubes with iron shavings inside. He remembered screaming, falling to his knees.
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
The only thought that had been in his thoughts was to stop it, to kill whatever it was that was hurting him so, to make it suffer the way he was suffering at that moment, not fully comprehending that the torture was coming from his own mind.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
As he realized this, he panicked, and raised his arms to check if his head and neck were okay, and flinched in pain as a gush of ruby blood seeped out of a horrible wound in his side. Now he remembered: he had dropped the knife, and must have landed on it, or rolled over on it, or something like that.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
Sighing in relief, as he figured he had completely missed his vital organs, he gingerly rolled over and pushed himself slowly to his knees,
proceeding to inspect his wound.
"Shit, this looks pretty serious," he muttered. He stood up slowly and picked up the rag, pressing it to his side to slow the bleeding, and gingerly walked up the four flights of stairs, and sat down in his living room. As he cauterized a needle, he shuddered at the thought of what he was going to have to do. He poked a thread through the eye of the needle, and bent closer to his side, trying to see where the rip in his flesh began.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Fin
Eeeuyuuuwwww!!!! I got the most horrible mental image when I was writing that!
Crawling
Nny'sFallenAngel
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Johnny lay on the floor of his fourth basement down in a pool of his own blood. His knife lay next to him, slick with blood. He was staring at it, somewhat confused.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
It was almost pretty, the way the dark, wet blood gleamed on the carbon steel like liquified rubies, he noticed, dazed.
"Fuck, what the hell happened?"
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
His eyes went out of focus as he tried to remember what he had been doing before he ended up on the floor with blood all over the place.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
His eyes cleared slightly; oh yes, now he remembered. He had been in the process of cleaning the blade, there was the wet rag he had been using over there. It was useless, now, the detached part of his brain that wasn't concerned about bleeding to death mused.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how
He remembered that he had been seized by a sudden, overpowering pain in his head, a taunting, cold pain, like swallowing ice cubes with iron shavings inside. He remembered screaming, falling to his knees.
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced
that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
The only thought that had been in his thoughts was to stop it, to kill whatever it was that was hurting him so, to make it suffer the way he was suffering at that moment, not fully comprehending that the torture was coming from his own mind.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
As he realized this, he panicked, and raised his arms to check if his head and neck were okay, and flinched in pain as a gush of ruby blood seeped out of a horrible wound in his side. Now he remembered: he had dropped the knife, and must have landed on it, or rolled over on it, or something like that.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
Sighing in relief, as he figured he had completely missed his vital organs, he gingerly rolled over and pushed himself slowly to his knees,
proceeding to inspect his wound.
"Shit, this looks pretty serious," he muttered. He stood up slowly and picked up the rag, pressing it to his side to slow the bleeding, and gingerly walked up the four flights of stairs, and sat down in his living room. As he cauterized a needle, he shuddered at the thought of what he was going to have to do. He poked a thread through the eye of the needle, and bent closer to his side, trying to see where the rip in his flesh began.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Fin
Eeeuyuuuwwww!!!! I got the most horrible mental image when I was writing that!