ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ | ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Chapter 7

Dreams pov~

when i thought of going to prison this is not what i was expecting. it was fucking massive. why did a prison have to be so big for one person? the condition of my cell was crap. i mean c'mon now? Does sam really think this is hygienic? the food is shit. well, when i mean food i mean raw potatoes.

i was sat at the end of my cell, staring endlessly into the lava, a few feet in front of me, that shone off the shiny black obsidian walls. i groaned and threw my head back. i was bored. really bored. the only noises i could hear was the lava bubbling and the clock ticking. both got on my nerves constantly. i swear it'll make me go insane.

even the orange uniform was uncomfortable and scratchy. it was a little big on me but i didn't complain. it kept me warm in this cold dingy room so i'd have to deal with it. at least sam had some human decency and let me keep my mask on. that's what i was most worried about, to be honest. if he had forced me to take off my mask i know he'd of reacted in a bad way. if anyone saw me without my mask, they'd react in a bad way.

tiktok, tiktok, tiktok.

i clenched my jaw in annoyance and slowly lifted myself up from the floor.

'i swear to fucking god i'm going to break that clock.'

tiktok, tiktok, tiktok.

i walked groggily, over to the clock, which hung loosely on the wall.

tiktok, tiktok, tiktok, tiktok-

i grabbed it tightly and stomped over to the lava and threw it, hard, into the hot orange liquid.

"SHUT UP!" i screamed. "just shut up."

i could already feel the tears make their way to my eyes. i brought my hands to the back of my head and i unclipped my mask, letting it fall to the ground. i clenched my jaw tighter and balled my hands into fists. i squeezed my eyes shut and punched the wall. i felt and heard my knuckles crack. the wall was solid. nothing would be able to break through it.

i breathed heavily and let my tears fall. i fell to my knees and lifted my hands to my face, letting the emotions i had pent up for ages, finally come free.

y/n had found her way into my mind. she often did. for the past few days, she was pretty much all i thought about. well, other than sapnap, george, tommy and everyone else. i missed all of them. i've been thinking over everything i've done and realised how much of a bitch i was, but i still think i was in the right. no, i know i was in the right.

but why hadn't y/n stuck up for me? why did she put her sword to my throat and told me those things? she's known me longer than anyone. i don't understand. and sapnap... he didn't help me when i needed it. he completely blocked me out of his life. why had all my friends just ditched me?

when i needed them most...

y/n's pov~

i had woken up feeling so much better. my headache had pretty much gone, the ache all over my body had gone too. i wasn't feeling stressed, angry, or upset. i actually felt quite calm, but i still had slight anxiety about what happened with bad and ant.

i sighed and stepped out of bed. i needed to eat. i hadn't eaten in ages and my stomach wouldn't stop reminding me. i practically hopped down the stairs and into my kitchen. i opened the closet cabinet and rummaged through, eventually finding a box of cereal.

i pulled it out and looked at the big, bold, white writing on the box. cheerios.

i rolled your eyes and groaned. i wasn't a big fan of cheerios. they just didn't have much flavour. i used to like them but then they got boring. i told myself it was this or my homemade stale bread. and i was 100% not eating that. i had absolutely no food in the house. i could just go steal some of tommy's carrots from his house or something.

i took out one of my bowls from the cupboard and poured some cereal into it. i opened the fridge and grabbed the half-empty milk bottle, pouring it into the bowl full of cheerios. opening drawer and grabbing a spoon, i put it in the bowl and sat down at my old, dark oak, chipped table. i lazily scooped some cereal onto my spoon, travelled it over to my mouth and chewed it slowly.

not even a moment later i heard your door open. i froze completely. it was bad, wasn't it? or ant. they probably wanted to talk to me about that egg thing. i slowly got up from my seat and hid looked around, trying to find a place to hide. i didn't know where though. wherever i was going to hide i would have to find that place quickly.

i turned to the table and rolled my eyes. i was hesitant but when i heard faint footsteps i immediately crawled under the table. my heart was pounding and i could feel the sweat building up gradually. i squeezed your eyes shut and prayed that bad and/or ant would go away.

the footsteps got closer and closer and closer and closer until they stopped. i didn't dare move, or even open my eyes. i stayed still and hoped they would just leave.

"y/n?" i heard a voice. that voice definitely didn't being too ant or bad. "what are you doing under the table?"

i felt my face flush with embarrassment.

"hi technoblade."

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