Good Things Never Last

Chapter 11

As I lay in full darkness, unsure of where I was, I felt something tight wrap around my fingers. My eyelids were thick, heavier than they had ever been. There was no noise. Nothing. Just silence. Confused, I decided to try and squeeze whatever the thing was in my hand in an attempt to figure out what it was. I realised it was warm and soft as I tightened my grip on the item. I felt fingers wrap themselves around my hand as I tried to open my eyes.

The light was blinding, like when you first wake up after a long night's sleep, but a hundred times worse. Slowly, I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was in a little room with a door on the right wall. There was a window to my left with the sun pouring in and hitting my face, and beside me sat a blond boy with a cheesy grin. His shoulder was wrapped in a cast and there were a couple of plasters on his face.

"What's going on Tommy?"
I couldn't remember how I managed to get myself to a bed. After Eret betrayed us, the last thing I recalled was blacking out in a small dark room. Oh yeah. Eret betrayed us. It gradually dawned on me that the opposition knew all of our plans and pretty much everything there was to know about L'manburg.

"You lost a lot of blood Y/N but you were too busy helping me and Wilbur to take care of yourself. Tubbo found you just before you went unconscious and brought you up to the medical house."
I glanced at my brother quickly before swivelling my legs around so I could stand up. My legs felt like jelly as I trembled, trying to put weight on them, almost toppling over as Tommy made his way over to me.

"What are you doing? You need to stay in bed"
Tommy tried to coax me back into bed, but I shrugged him off and headed towards the door.

"I'm fine Tommy, honestly. I'll just go back home and rest there. I can take care of myself"
That was a lie. I wasn't fine. As I continued out the door, and towards my cabin, the dizziness and nausea began to overtake my senses. No one appeared to be in the area. They were all probably resting and attempting to recover from the previous events, which was understandable considering the shambles of the day before.

I trudge towards, reaching my front door and passing through it. I went straight to my bedroom to get back to sleep, not bothering to do anything else. I opened an oak door and entered my room to see my armour was neatly set back on my armour stand, and my sword was sitting on the shelf behind it. I shuffled forward, shifting my bed's cotton blankets before slipping underneath, closing my eyes and letting the darkness consume me.

Slowly sitting up, I began to open my eyes, attempting to adjust to the dim light in the room. As I turned around and plopped my feet on the floor, about to get out of bed, a yawn escaped my lips, and I looked out the window opposite me to find nothing but darkness. I wasn't shocked at the sight because I had gone to bed around midday, which was a bad idea looking back. I sighed and made my way to my kitchen to get some cookies before the thought of stargazing entered my mind.

When we were younger, Tommy, Tubbo, and I liked to stargaze, fascinated by the constellations that shone above us. I hadn't done it since I went away on my little training trip and it was always something I enjoyed.

I began to visualise a route up to my roof as I slowly tiptoed out my front door and around to the back of my house. Moments later, I jumped onto my fence, balancing on it like I was on a trapeze. I then walked towards where it connected with my wall. I managed to pull myself up over the ledge and onto my roof by grabbing hold of the slight overhang of my roof.

As I slowly lowered myself onto the cold roof tiles, a wave of relaxation washed over me. Resting the back of my head on my hands, I started doing a mental dot to dot with the white specks in the sky. It was nice, the quiet and the cold breeze brushing past me as I smiled up at the sky. I stayed there for a while as my anxieties faded away, leaving me in a tranquil trance. But all of that was all ruined when I heard someone clearing their throat from behind me.

I carefully got to my feet, trying to figure out where the noise had come from while keeping my back to it. I took a deep breath and slowly turned around, bracing myself for the worst possible outcomes. Looking around, it didn't take long for my gaze to fall on the dead eyes of a prosthetic mask that seemed to glow in the dim light. They seemed to just be staring at me through the leaves of the tree. The man wearing the mask sat on a branch of an old spruce tree roughly five metres away from my roof, his green sweatshirt perfectly blending in with the leaves around him. We stayed in silence for a few moments as the drawn-on eyes stared into my soul before he slowly got to his feet, somehow managing to balance on the branch.

The man jumped from the tree to my rooftop without a care in the world and landed with ease. As he dusted himself down, he quickly straightened himself out. He cleared his throat once more as his covered eyes connected with mine once more, making me take a hesitant step back. He then extended his hand toward me, silently requesting that I shake it.

"I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves. I'm Dream"