Trigger Warning:
Content contains material of past injuries and wounds. Recollection of past violent events regarding abuse that include descriptions of blood.
Y/n's POV:
Your eyes shot open. Chills froze your skin, and your heartbeat pulsed quickly. Your face, however, was warm with fresh knicks and bruises.
The dim lighting made it harder for you to see your surroundings. You could feel a soft material underneath you, on which you were laying. Carpet?
The familiar furniture gave away the unknown setting. You were back in your old house.
Bear bottles lined the floor next to the recliner chair. The light from the television screen flickered vibrant colors on the blank walls. Aromas of smoke and liquor burned in the room like a lit incense, and the scent made you nauseous.
You turned your attention back to what's closest to you.
The carpet cushioned your head, but as your vision grew clearer you saw the stained violent hues on its light tint. You winced in pain as you brought your hand up to your face, the touch stinging and your fingertips filtered with liquid crimson as you brought them back into sight.
Dark footsteps passed through your field, and a familiar dusty haired, blue eyed man, kneeled down in front of you. He brushed strands of stray hair out of your face as you looked at him, your head turned and still on the floor.
You wanted to speak, but your throat bared dry. The words that delivered as fragmented mumbles, were hoarse and incomprehensible.
The man shushed you with his calloused fingers over your mouth, tears pricking his eyes. His voice wavered; barely a whisper as he spoke.
Y/n, I'm so sorry.
I won't do it again. I promise.
Y/n.
Y/n?
Y/n?
The voice got deeper, and more clear. "Y/n? It's me, Derek. Can you hear me?"
Your eyes began to flutter open. A few seconds of time had been skipped in your mind, but the next thing you knew, was that you were regaining consciousness.
A sharp ringing pierced your ears as your eyes fought to open. Your lids fluttered, and all of a sudden you felt a rush of pain pound in your head.
You groaned as you lifted your head off of the ice. The light allowing your eyes to only stay open for a second or two before closing again. Two figures appeared in your blurred double vision. Penelope and Derek.
The ringing grew louder, overlapping their concerned voices. You felt dizzy, and you began to rub your eyes. When you pulled your hands away again this time however, a new figure was there. He knelt by you putting a hand on your shoulder, as he repeated your name.
Your eyes widened at the sight of that same blue eyed man. "Michael?"
Your breath hitched in your throat. Even with your head pounding, you swatted his hand away and scooted farther back against the railing; your heartbeat going a mile a minute.
Your breathing became shallow and was in the form of fragile pants. "No. Don't- Don't touch me!" You exclaimed.
Your eyes darted between figures, and the excessive light caused your eyes to close for a moment before you opened them again.
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