Andy Samberg oneshots :/

Brian - Rod Kimble

Y/n was lied in her bed, tucked under her warm duvet, as outside, the cold winter wind ran throught the empty streets.

She wasn't asleep, tho.

Not because of some kind of noise coming from downstairs, since her parents where already sleeping...

The only noise she heard was inside her head. That was what kept her awake.

There are many ways this noise can be called.

Some use the word 'anxiety', some the one 'paranoia'...

Y/n preferred calling it Brian.

She stared at the white ceiling of her room, trying to make him shut up, but she could hear him talking, and talking, and talking, without stopping, not even for a second, to let her breathe.

Again, and again, until she started to wish she was dead, to wish she had a gun, so that she could put it in her mouth, and make him finally shut up once and for all.

She was so tired of that routine.

She closed her eyes, trying to fall into the comforting arms of sleep, but with no success.

Every time she would close them, Brian would start shouting louder, screaming at her, insulting her, almost making her ears bleed, from how much he yelled.

"Shut up, you fucking whore!" he would say "No one gives a shit, about what you say anyway! Nobody fucking cares about you!"

She put her hands on her ears, pressing her palms against them. It hurt, feeling her auricle against her skull, but it surely was better than having to listen to him.

Suddently, he stopped.
For a moment, silence filled her mind, leaving her free to finally breathe, have some peace.

But like I said, it was just a moment.

A few seconds later, in fact, Brian came back, shouting louder than ever.

If he had had lungs, he would've been screaming at the top of them, destroying his throat. But he didn't.

If he did, she surely would've already choked him, by now.

She started crying, feeling her head pound, as a terrible headache took her.

Why was he torturing her like that? What had she done, in her miserable nineteen years of life, to deserve him?

She asked herself that every single day, and everyday, she found no answer to that question.

She wanted to scream as well, to ask for help, but felt her throat weak, and her lungs empty.

It was like Brian was trying to choke her.

She could feel her breath missing, and wrapped her hands around her neck, coughing hard, as she sat up.

"This isn't real" she kept repeating to herself "this isn't real"

She closed her eyes, and felt tears starting to run down her cheeks, as the pain grew more and more.

Suddently, it was all gone.

She coughed again, and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air, calming down.

She opened her eyes.

"I need him"
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Rod was in his room, sleeping, when he heard his phone ring from his bedside table.

He squinted his eyes, as he opened them, and picked it up, trying to adjust them to the bright light that came from the screen.

Finally, he managed to read the caller's ID.