The Devil's Temptation

It's burning.

The flames glints up Chuuya's eyes, and the smoke entering his nostril becomes too unbearable as time passes by. In front of him, the entire orphanage starts burning. Ashes filled the air, some parts of the roof fell down. He could hear screams. He could hear the cries from inside. There are people inside. His family is inside the burning establishment.

His heart clenches inside his chest as he gasps for breath. From afar he can hear the sirens of the firetruck and ambulance. People start to pile out around the place.

Chuuya was unable to say anything as he stared at the thing in front of him. Suddenly, he hears a small whimper of broken cries beside him. When he looked at the side, he saw his younger self with shaky lips pressed together as he tried to stop his sobs.

He stares at the kid in sympathy. He wants to kneel in front of the child and hug him, tell him that everything will be alright. But he can't move on where he is standing.

Suddenly, the kid looks up at him. There are tears falling on the child's cheeks. His sharp eyes stare at Chuuya. Those eyes are filled with a fire of anger that Chuuya can't explain. It wasn't sadness but pure resentment. Pure hatred. The kid gives him a sharp glare that penetrates down his veins.

"It's your fault." The kid mumbled, "It's your fault they died."

He stayed silent as he stared back at the kid. Slowly, the smell in the air starts turning into a rotten one filled with blood and burnt flesh. It makes his stomach curl in extreme nausea. He clenches his fist. Slowly, the child version of him shouts.

"This is all your fault, Chuuya!"

The kid's voice is small but it screeches painfully down his ears. The kid screams and cries while blaming him and he can't do anything but listen to it. While amidst the agony, he feels burning touches behind him. There are people behind him. They're waiting for him to turn around.

And when he did—

He saw the hallowed and burnt faces of his dead family throwing daggers of gazes towards his direction. Their flesh falls off their faces together with splatters of blood on their skin. They smell rotten and burnt. Such horror makes Chuuya's scalp tingle.

"It's your fault they die!" The smaller version of him screamed repeatedly as the horrifying corpses holding him started gripping his body harder in a painful way.

Such torturous things continued until he opened his eyes.

Breathing hard, he immediately sit up from his bed, "Fuck."

His entire body is filled with sweat. Unfallen tears are building in his eyes. His chest is ramming. His jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply to calm himself. It's dark. He won't be able to sleep again. His nightmare chases him as usual.

Slowly, anxiety crawls in his veins. He won't be able to take it. He needs his medicine and he needs Dazai. But he doesn't want to bother Dazai tonight.