(Aaa first time writing anything in so long, I’ve been so uninspired.

Btw sorry if tags are wrong, I feel so embarrassed putting tags and it’s literally 1:55 AM, Im gonna sleep after posting lol.)

The spell broke and just like that he could see everything with fresh eyes.

But when he looked around his eyes didn’t feel fresh.

How long has it been?

Black mold covered most of the wall he faced, the clothes and mud that covered what used to be his floor seemed to stare back at him like a single living creature.

It wasn’t this bad last time he woke up, it used be just a spot on the wall and a lunchbox.

He knew that there were bugs in the carpet, lunchbox, and worst of all, on his skin.

The more he thought about it the more he shivered.

His skin began to crawl and he was too scared to looked down, because maybe it was. How long had he let himself decompose?

Violent tremors shook his body, yet he couldn’t close his eyes.

The crawling grew into a disgusting prickling sensation. The same disgusting feeling of shame and complete shock as being tickled by a stranger.

He grabbed his arm seeking comfort in himself, and felt a lump.

He knew what it was before he touched it but he still almost cried when he pickled the dried spider off of it.

It was probably living off his dead skin cells, much like many other creatures that must be lurking around.

The room he remembered was nothing like _this_. His room was much brighter, looked more lively, and was definitely _cleaner_.

He scanned the room again, mind uncharacteristically empty.

Down on a stubby table was a mirror, and upon seeing it he started drifting towards it.

He needed to see himself, but that’s not who he saw in the mirror.

What he saw in the mirror was matted hair, irritated eyes, and rotten teeth that made an unsettling squelch when he moved his tongue.

_That_ was him?

Every rule he learned as a kid stated that was clearly himself looking back at him, and that’s why he hated it. Because as much as he could try, the stranger in the mirror is him and always will be.

He hated that so much.

He wanted to stop thinking about everything right now, because everything felt sickly real.

So, he did.

He gave a final look around then stepped back and let the filth swallow him, praying it’d take away his moldy eyes and return him to ignorance.