Oc’s lore! (Echo) (story.. t’s: murdur, trauma, ext)

“What's going on?! Where am I?" he shouted while writhing back on the ground looking up at the sky where eyeballs flew with angel wings. . . !HOURS BEFORE! Echo skids down the hall while being chased by a group of boys. “Get back here, freak!” one shouted. “We are gonna bash your face into the floor!” another hissed. Echo slammed out of the front door of the school, the sunlight blazing into Echo's jet black eyes. He runs and takes a few turns. Leading him to an alley way, the air was thin and humid, the walls had patches of mold, and the damp ground was littered with old beer bottles. He heard the group running and pushed himself against the cold brick wall that had littered graffiti all over. Echo held his breath until he heard the footsteps pass. He exhaled, then pushed himself off the wall, his hands on his knees, he moved the long black hair of his that was in his face. As he caught his breath, then the world around him spun."What the-” he whispered to himself rather than anyone as haze passed over him, he was dizzy and dazed like he had just woken up from a nightmare… then he topples over, and the only noise was a sickening thud as his body hit the cold musty ground… after a while he wakes up in a soft patch of grass. He groaned, his head felt like someone was hitting him over and over again with a hammer. He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the bright sun, his neon-ish yellow hoodie was fluorescent in the light. Echo looked around and everything looked different. More uncanny and unsettling in a way, then he looked at the sky “w-whats going on?! Where am I?” he shouted while writhing back on the ground looking up at the sky where eyeballs flew with angel wings. Echo scurried to his feet, looked around frantically, then saw a house.. “SAFETY!” he yelped as he began to run to the building. When he got to the door he pounded on it. “Let me in! Please!” he pleaded loudly, groveling for help. Then the door swung open. “OH THANK GO-” his voice hitched in his throat as he saw who the person looked like.. They had no face.. Well, no head at all.. It was just a neck and body.. Dressed in a fancy old-ish sundress. Echo wanted to scream but couldn't. The person moved out of the way and made a gesture telling him to ‘come in’ Echo walked past with fake bravado. He found a small bathroom with no big mirror.. But a little one faced down.. He washed his face with cold water and felt nothing.. His trembling hands picked up the mirror and looked into the reflection.. He almost screamed and dropped the mirror from what he saw.. He saw no face.. Just a pitch-black void replacing everything but his hair and left eye.. He ran. Fast. out of the bathroom. Out of the hall. And out of the headless’ person's house and into a meadow. His mind screamed at him to ‘KILL THE HEADLESS PERSON’ “GAH!” Echo yelped as he grasped his hair, his ears rang with the violent ideas still struck. He stumbled onto a sidewalk and saw a person, they looked normal.. “H-hey what's your name?” Echo asked out of breath. The person answered, “Eli sir.” Echo nodded quickly “okay- okay- e-eli i need your h-help-.” Eli tilted his head “hm, whats up?” Echo's mind took over and threw Eli down.. “WHOA hey what the heck man?!” Echo panted elis voice maddened him.. He pulled his pocket knife out. Eli’s face grew from anger to terror, his face paled. “Whoa- hey hey hey, let me g-” Eli's air got cut off abruptly from Echo stomping on his chest. Eli grasped Echo's baggy jeans trying to push him off balance. Then echo pulled his hand back, he heard Eli’s heartbeat it made his anger spike. He swung and stabbed Eli in the throat. Blood gushed and splattered all over Echo. He was covered in the sticky crimson thick liquid.. But he walked away, a trail of blood dripped. His mind was fuzzy and his body was numb. After a while Echo looked at pants due to feeling his jeans stick to his skin. His eye widened in horror. “W-” he fell to his knees as Eli’s minute old blood pooled around him. “AAAAUUUGGGHHHHH” Echo’s scream echoed. He looked at his hands.. They were covered in blood. He dropped the knife and kicked it away in fear. “I- im a- a monster!” he cried out. He sprang up, the blood-soaked ground forgotten for a moment as sheer, animal panic took over. His legs pumped wildly, carrying him across the cracked sidewalk and into the vast, emerald expanse of a field that seemed to stretch out forever under the indifferent sky. He ran without direction, driven only by the desperate need to escape the scene and the monster he'd become. After what felt like an eternity of ragged breathing and blurring green, he stumbled, catching himself on his knees, and then his wide, horrified eye caught sight of something utterly impossible in the middle of the empty grass, a pristine, white wooden door opened to show the alley he was in once before. . .