The Fallen Moth

When Bailey was born, nothing unusual was there at first glance. A normal child, a little skinnier than usual but not to a point of concern. His mother, however, noticed something quite odd after a little while. He would not sleep. Not a blink of sleep, no naps, and he just lay awake at night staring at his mobile. Occasionally he would cry, but that was just him being a baby. The mother also noticed that, after bringing him home, her sleep schedule was horrid. She wouldnt get to sleep for hours, and when she did, it was a light, feverish sleep with no dreams and just pure darkness. Bailey didnt seem to need sleep, as he would be up all night since the day he was born and never batted a lash at being tired. Along came preschool. The mother thought she would give it a try- if all else failed, homeschooling was there. She would hire a homeschooling teacher and keep working to provide for what little they had. Let's just say preschool was... difficult for Bailey and that's an understatement.

There was a color ranking system, and, from worst to greatest, the colors were red, orange yellow, green, blue, purple. Bailey always came home with a yellow or less, because he "refused to sleep during naptime." The mother began to get frustrated with this and took him to see a doctor. He was prescribed melatonin gummies to be taken before bed. They didnt work. It was like his body took the melatonin and spat it back out, refusing to let him sleep.

As it turns out, the children in Baileys class were getting less sleep as well. The class decided to just get rid of naptime, seeing as nobody could sleep. A few years later, Bailey sits in his home desk, broadly listening to his homeschooling teacher. His mother had decided it was best to keep him away from society altogether. He was simply staring at the floor when the teacher sharply tapped his desk. "Pay attention, Mr. Desanett, do you even know what you are learning?" "I- Uh- No- No Ma'am.." he internally rolled his eyes. The teacher scared him. "We are learning about the life cycle of butterflies. Now, sketch out a diagram of what it looks like."

He muttered profanities to himself, careful to not let her catch him. Bailey started drawing, cocking his head. He hadn't expected to enjoy drawing a simple insect so much. From that point forward, he wanted to devote his life studying butterflies and moths. A lepidopterologist. Butterflies fascinated him, their delicate wings and patterns intrigued him. A little while longer passed, and his fascination only grew. He had managed to convince his mother to buy him plain plastic masks from some craft store nearby, plus some paint and brushes. He ended up painting every mask, some not the greatest and some were decent. His favorite was the dull purple and blue butterfly one- it was still mainly white, but over the left eye there was a butterfly, while desaturated purples and blues and pinks. There were dull purple dots above the lips in a line, and the mask was carved into a small frown. Beneath the mouth were two dark blue lines, as if marking how a puppets mouth would move.

A few years fast forward again, and Bailey managed to convince his mom to let him go to the local high school. His mom had found a boyfriend, seeing as his father left and, later found out, was arrested. Not that Bailey cared. His moms new boyfriend was... alright. Constantly asked for a new beer, but did have the ability to stop before he got... abusive. It was him who managed to convince his mother to let him go. The first day went by without a problem. The next few days though were difficult. Everyone developed horrible insomnia, and strong melatonin doses only helped a little. Of course, Bailey, not needing sleep was always fine. In this case, that made the problem worse for him.

A small group of boys, Bryce, Ryan, Liam, Connor and Tripp had eventually singled him out. "So, why is it none of us cant sleep, yet you're always fine, hm pretty boy?" Bryce had sneered the last words, trying purposely to get under his skin. Bailey simply tried to walk away , but Liam and Tripp held him back. Bailey hadn't been used to much physical contact so he locked up. Tears sprung up in his eyes. "ANSWER ME, GOD DAMMIT OR SO HELP ME ILL PUT YOU TO SLEEP!" Bryce had yelled. Nobody turned a head, no second glances. Not even a first glance. "You can go ahead and try.." Bailey responded, eyes cast down.

A hard thwack was heard, and Bailey looked up in shock, nose bent and bleeding. Connor spoke next. "Tell me, how is it YOURE making us lose our sleep? Are you taking it? Your mom a witch?" He cackled, and Bailey wished he could run away to his backyard and be alone. But he couldn't. Whack. Thump. Crack. A black eye, a swift punch to his jaw and a kick to his ribs made Bailey fall over in pure pain. Normal people might have passed out at this point, but Bailey isnt exactly normal now is he?

They dropped him, sent him a dirty look and growled, "you better find some way to make all this stop, or I swear to god I will KILL you." Bailey ran home despite the searing pain in his face and side. He heard yelling. His moms boyfriend went out to a pool hall for a while, so it was only his mother home. He gently opened the door. "WHY COULDNT I HAVE HAD A NORMAL CHILD? FIRST HE WAS MADE ACCIDENTALLY, AND THEN HE COULD HAVE BEEN NORMAL! BUT NO! HE JUST HAD TO TURN OUT LIKE HE IS NOW!" There were cringe worthy cracks that split the air. Bailey realized she was banging her head against the wall. He closed the door. He words tung in his ears.

She walked out of the hall, into the main room where he stood. Her eyes widened, her forehead split open and bleeding. "Oh my god Bailey... I.. I didnt mean for you to hear that." "I know mom." "I'm so sorry i... I snapped. It's been stressful lately... with you at school now and... oh my god, you face.. what happened?" He internally smiled. No matter how hard she wanted to hate him she couldnt. He loved his mom, no matter her hardships or breakdowns or rage episodes. "I'm fine, mom, just some kids being jackasses." "Bailey Peighton Desanett! You know you shouldn't use that language under my roof!" She chuckled slightly, because she didnt actually care. "Let's get you cleaned up, your da- my... my boyfriend should be home in an hour." She had talked about marrying her boyfriend for a while. She had referred to him as Baileys dad for a while, always stopping to correct herself. The group of kids at school had given him 3 bottles of melatonin medication to work with. When Bailey got home, he looke

(TW: overdosing, just a warning) He looked at the small orange bottles, filled with pills. Pills for sleep. In his hands. He popped one open and took one. He felt nothing, so he took another. Which lead to another and another until half the bottle was gone. But he didnt want to stop. He felt heavy and weak, but he kept going. One bottle down... His legs gave out beneath him. The pills in the second bottle scattered, he had just opened them. He tried reaching out to them, only to realize his arms were completely numb. He felt like he couldn't move. White spots danced at his vision. The front door bell jingled. He was barely aware of two pairs of feet running around, trying to help. His eyes wouldnt shut. It was so... painful. He wasnt even able to pass out. He went through the whole excruciating process of going to the hospital and getting hooked up to the machines. The needles, and blood pressure, it all felt so distant.

By the time his vision swam into focus once more, he was alone. Entirely alone. Just him on a bed in a cold, sterile, blank hospital room. Someone had left a tv channel playing, the remote on a table to his left. He shakily reached for it, switching to the news. A picture of an ambulance in front of his house was shown. He saw his body being loaded onto the ambulance and taking off. After an hour is so of switching channels, the door opened. His mom. "Oh my god, Bailey, what were you THINKING? Where did you get those pills? How many did you take?!" Weakly, he replied with "some kids at school... gimme pills... I didn't think.... didnt think thatd happen..." his words were slurred in his weak and powerless form. His mother came up to him and hugged him, crying. Her boyfriend came in a little after, looking concerned. He had brought things from Baileys house that he knew he liked, such as some books. He took out a bag, and set it on the table. "Open this when you get a chance."

"I think you might like em. Keep you occupied, yknow?" The both of then stayed a while longer before having to leave. Bailey would be able to leave in a minimum of 2 days. He grabbed the bag and opened it, revealing books about the anatomy and other facts about butterflies and moths, each with its own book. He grinned. This would kill some time. A month after he got out of the hospital, he had been back to school and was doing a rehabilitation program. One day after school, the GROUP cornered him in an alley. Bailey was walking home, seeing as he missed the bus, plus he liked seeing the little town he lived in. Simple and friendly. For the most part. Bryce spat on the ground near him, scowling. "Go back to that hospital, pretty boy. Everyone got great sleep while you weren't here. Leave us all, hear me boy?" But Bailey was not paying attention. He glimpsed his mother walking across the street, a school bus headed towards her. The driver looked occupied and wasnt watching the road.

But Liam and Connor pulled him back. Tripp spoke. "God, you're always distracted! You never pay attention to those who are better than you, do you? Know your place, kid!" He laughed at his own comment. A sickening scream was heard. Everyone's head bolted in the direction. Bailey tried to run. But they grabbed him and held him down. He had to get to his mom... had to. But they were stronger and bigger in number.

He went home with 2 black eyes, a twisted ankle, probably a broken rib and a completely shattered heart. Her moms boyfriend, Joey, was devastated. It showed. He suddenly got a nasty drinking habit, indulging in his alcohol too much. Sometimes he would come home with a slim, curvy woman, and he would sweetly tell Bailey to stay in his room. He had enough. If it weren't for Bryce and Ryan and Liam and Tripp and Connor... his mother would be alive. His to be dad was now a whore magnet.

So one night He grabbed his butterfly mask from all those years ago. Dusted it off, smiled and strapped ot onto his head. Put on a white collared shirt, and a cashmere sweater, half beige half black and white stripes. He put on a pair of dark Jean's, and hiking boots. He grabbed his mother's athame. It was a family heirloom on her side, and she left it to him when she died.

He snapped on some leather gloves, and went out of his room. Joey was on the couch with some slut, he was in a light sleep because of Bailey but the lady was dead asleep. Bailey mumbled to himself. "You wished for sleep... I can grant your wish."

He slid the woman out of Joey's arms, she fells om the floor with a thud. She groaned, twisting slightly. Joey's eyes fluttered open. "You little shit, I said to stay in your room!" Bailey shook his head. "I dont take orders from worthless people. Not anymore." And with that, he carved a butterfly into his neck. Joey's screams were muffled as blood flooded his airway, he gurgled, slowly drowning. "Wish for me to end it?" Bailey asked. Joey weakly nodded, crying. Pathetic, Bailey thought. He stabbed him through the chest.

The lady on the floor stirred, only to be greeted with Baileys foot on her throat, slowly squeezing the life out of her. "You are disgusting. You make me sock to my stomach." Bailey mumbled. He mused. "Let's see, how to go about this..." He kicked her in the side, causing her to whimper in pain. He cut off her fingers, one by one, throwing them aside. Then, cut her open from her chest down her right leg. She bled out and died. And now for the real fuc.kin scumbagz.

He was able to locate Liams house first. He shattered a window, into his bedroom. Bailey started by yanking open his mouth and shoving his athame down his throat, effectively disabling his vocal chords. He finished him off quickly- Liam was not the worst of the bunch. That was Bryce. He would be last. Bailey went from house to house, killing each of the kids that had disrespected him, made fun of him, ordered him around. Stepped on him. And then lastly... Bryce. He made sure to grab kitchen knives from other houses. Into Bryces house he goes. He pinned Bryce onto a door, while he was kicking and trying to scream.

Each knife embedded into the door got closer to his skin. Bailey started throwing them giggling like a madman. Bryce cried out, the sock that was used as a gag fell out, as a knife pierced his wrist.

Blood spurted out onto the floor. Bailey tried again, missing. Again. A son rang out as it ripped through the skin on his stomach. The blood mixed with the acid, creating a disgusting mix of bile and blood. At some point there were no more knives, so he looked around. Time to get... creative.

He eventually decided to just let him choke on his own blood. As he was about to make the cut, Bryce whimpered his name. "Bailey... Bailey please dont do this, I'm so sorry Bailey please...." "It isnt Bailey anymore. I am the Fallen Moth." And with a sickening slice, a few choking sounds and despaired groans later, Bryce was gone. Fallen Moth walked out, feeling pleased. He walked into the forest. All the moths that were out at night came towards him. He chuckled. This was him now, and he loved it. ~END~

WHDFYA GUYS THAT I SHOWED THIS TO THINK????

Before the TW, I forgot to retype an entire thing out! The next comment will be that part :)

The next day at school, the guys had cornered him again, slipping something into his hands. 3 pill bottles and a note. 'You better find some miracle cure or so help us we will claw your eyes out and burn your mom at the stake :) -your favorite guys' He shivered. They scared him. He walked home in pouring rain, the bottles on his mind. They had each had a different melatonin prescription and they gave it up. He didnt know if it was trust or... something different. He walked inside. He slips the bottles out of his backpack (So I meant to write a way more detailed version of HOW he got the pills but I forgot to so here )

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