Not So Perfect (William Afton x Reader)

43 - Tea time discussion

(Y/n)'s POV

I got to William's house after spending time alone. They didn't believe me. How dare they not believe me! Henry is a fool. William is a nut case. What am I supposed to do?

Tomas is having a troubling time trying to unsee his daughter having sharp metal impale her. She was a pin cushion. Her body was stabbed after days of starving and dehydrating. What were we supposed to do? I didn't know how to carefully remove a person out of a suit. Even if I did, I doubt she would survive. The locks were very loose by her heart beating.

Charlie came to mine. Her blood spilling out of her body as if she was a bag. Her screams, begs and whimpers as William watched, cowered away in a suit. It still weighed heavy on my chest as the imagery of her death wondered my mind from time to time. It felt like my own mind was against me. Mocking me.

Cassidy looked had already had lost before we had found her. Her weak voice couldn't scream as it had been dried out and worn from the attempt of strangulation. I don't know her that much but I saw her big eyes begging to be saved. She wanted to be rescued but there was nothing we could do. Her death also weighed in my chest as well. Both deaths were tearing my mind apart. Eating away at my decaying mental health. What is left of my sleep schedule will no longer exist. How will I sleep when all my mind is doing is beating me up?

"(Y/n)." William snapped me out of my trans. What? Did I miss anything? What is happening?

"Are you coming in? The food is almost ready." He took my hand and kissed it. I pulled my hand away from him and walked passed him, trying to make sense of everything. I didn't need him to try and tell me that I am crazy. I am not. I am not crazy, I am not making it up. Why doesn't he believe me?

When Charlie died William did everything he could to keep my silence. He tried to make me sound like it was a part of my imagination. He tried to downplay it and got me to keep my silence. I listened to everything he said.

I sat at the table, feeling uncomfortable. Henry on the opposite side of me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. Like hell. Like everything is weighing against me and nobody will bother to help me. Sadly, I can't tell him. He wouldn't believe me. He never did before.

"Still a bit shaking. Did you check that room?"

"William did. He said nothing was there but what was already in that room. He said he even asked the security guard if he saw anything but sadly no." He tried his best with his words. How could be said that when he didn't check. I asked him to check. Not William.

"Love, are you okay? You seem annoyed. Would you like some tea?" He offered setting up the table with cutlery out and laid them on the table where Henry, him and I sat. His voice was filled with concern and worry. Did I worry about him? Why would he be? I mean we are lover why wouldn't he be? I guess my mind has been busy and my mood is a bit snappy. I don't want to think anymore.

"Yes, please." I softly answered, hoping he would catch on that I am not okay. I wanted someone to talk to. They wouldn't believe me. What if I am going crazy? Maybe I am seeing stuff?

William did everything. All of our food and drinks. He laid out plates in front of us, our cups of tea soon followed. He was acting like a gentleman as he did everything within a polite and careful manner.

"Thank you." Henry and I looked at him with a smile. We both forced it. I could tell. Henry didn't look like he wanted to smile.

Death was something I will never get used to. It felt like a hit. Am I weak for caring too much? Am I frail for cowering away from these memories of death? Charlie's death hit me hard. I thought I was numbed but when a stranger gets killed in front of me. I react the same. I don't want to witness any more. I would rather be blind than feel a thousands bricks worth of guilt.