Dreams Where You're Murdered. { Ray x Fem!Reader }

chapter 5

Things you should know:

The number on your neck is 49194.

Y/n = your name
e/c = eye colour/colours
h/l = hair length
h/c =  hair colour
s/c = skin colour

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"Y/n..."

"Y/n?"

"Y/N!"

I look around for the voice to find a familiar face with freckles.

"Hey, Leslie." I greet, my voice echoing into the darkness.

"You seem more distracted than usual." He frowned.

"Oh, about that..." I laughed awkwardly.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Do you know anything about coughing up blood...?" I question hoping for an answer.

"I don't know, I died before knowing about that stuff, I was more interested in my mandolin." He shrugged with a smile.

"Of course you were." I sigh. "But as I was talking about that... It's happening to me."

"Oh... It hurts, huh?" He frowned once again.

"It does." I look down. "Do you think I'll die?"

"It's your belief." He said. "If you think you won't, you won't." "But if you do, you probably will."

"So I just need to keep realistic thoughts away?" I tilt my head.

"Something like that, it's better than giving up." He smiled and started playing the over-familiar lullaby, on his mandolin.

I sit down, and listen in feeling sudden easiness.

Closing my eyes, I lie on my back and take a deep breath.

"Until we meet again, Y/n." I heard Leslie's voice before sleeping in my dream.

I wake up in my bed looking at the others who also started waking up.

"Good morning, y/n!" Phil jumped on my bed and hugged me.

"Good morning, Phil." I placed my hand on his back reassuringly.

"Come on, help me put on my shoes!" He dragged me out of bed.

"Alright, Alright." I got up and helped him out, yawning every now and then.

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Norman, Emma, Ray and I were hanging clothes outside, basically doing chores.

"Emma." Norman called. "Starting today, let's play tag in teams."

"Teams?" Emma asked.

"At this rate, most of them would die if they escaped individually." Ray said.

"Hey, Ray!" Emma furrowed her eyebrows.

"But everyone's movements aren't bad." He closed his eyes. "So we shouldn't break them up individually."

Why do I feel like he's lying about the first part?

"We'll make formations and run away in teams." Norman smiled.

Ray speaks up."We'll play tag in a way that's similar to what the real escape would be like."

"Easier said than done." I sigh. "This is quite nerve racking."