Play Thing [Coraline+Insane!Reader]

14 Wake Up 14

"Y/N wake up"

Your face jerked from side to side as you tried to hold yourself together. It was nighttime already? How did you even get here, just an hour ago you were sleeping on top of Coraline's body, yet now you were here.
Who the heck is waking you up anyway.
As usual, you tried to look around as best you could while the movement was shaky.

"Not this again, get up now."

You felt a hand grasp at your wrist and this already hinted at who was standing over you.
You were pulled out of your bed and tossed on the floor of your bedroom. The floor was not a good place to be, and you hit your head countless times before the person who grabbed you let you go. When you were fully aware of your surroundings you felt less anxious, but you still had the question of how you got back to the house; let alone in your room.

Your mother stood over you holding something in her hand before throwing the item in front of you, just as she tossed your wrist.

" Why did I find these clothes under your bed ?"

You grasped at your shoulders wanting to rip your arms clean off your torso. Everything was going great, why was she here to ruin it?
"I... put them there"
Your tone softened as your head hung low. Low enough to see the muddy clothes but high enough to see your mom's exposed knees.

You wondered how much pressure it would take to snap them the other way.

Either way, the clothes that were being presented to you were the ones you wore when Wybie first showed you the well. You should have expected a lack of privacy in the room you were locked in, yet it didn't occur that your parents cared enough about you to check in.
Your mother wasn't happy with your very literal answer,

"Why are they COVERED in dirt?"

She tapped her foot on the floor anticipating your grand excuse. When you didn't respond she reached for your wrist again to stand you up. She held you up yelling in your face, and while she screamed you couldn't help but feel annoyed. Her breath didn't even smell like anything, she was being her completely normal, sober self at this moment.

"Last checked you should have been in your room and there isn't this much dirt in your room, no matter how unsanitary this space gets."

You grasped onto your shoulders harder, pupils beginning to twitch slightly before lowering your head. On the plus side, she was stupid enough to not check out the window -or would that be smart enough to not check your window?

"Answer me you little rat! Have you been going outside without permission?"

"No,"

"No, you have, or No you haven't ?"

"No, I am not going to tell you,"

Your mother groaned pulling something out of her pocket. You didn't have to see it in her balled hand to know what it was, the smell was all you needed.
As the familiar smell of lemons and fruits from your fake prescriptive, your hands clasped over your mouth. Your voice muffled against your healed fingers
"I don't wanna-"

This is nothing you or your mom haven't dealt with before. She pried open your hands with her left and tried to shove the drug down your throat with her right. You let out pained groans using your jaw to keep your mouth shut, the most she could push was to your teeth, and if she got further than that you'd spit the medicine right back out.

She gripped onto your cheeks tightly and you felt her nails digging into your skin. Your eyes watered, not from sadness -no never from sadness, but from how harshly you and your mom were behaving. The two of you wanting to be the ones to succeed in this little test of strength and will. You were practically choking before actually feeling something slip past your teeth down your throat. You tried to cough up the medicine on the ground but accidentally swallowed it doing so.

It didn't taste good and was stronger than any of the other testable medications you had to take. If you hadn't known better you would have guessed it was an Anemic supplement considering its irony taste.
Your mom winced looking at her hand to see the beautiful bite marks you made with your teeth. Whenever this situation happened- and it happened often- your mom would compare you to a rabid dog in the vet.

Violent, Feral and Diseased.

Either way, judging by her rush out of your room, you potentially bit one of her fingers like a carrot.
Maybe that's why the placebo tasted different.

You wiped your face, seeing how the red smeared across your rubber gloves. The poor things were beaten after these couple of days.

It was still daytime though, maybe Wybie and Coraline were still playing near the well.

(I am really sorry for not updating, my dumb ass decided to wash my hands with a pressure jet and cut my hand. It wasn't that bad, the cut was the size of a nail, but it got infected. We good though, and I got a nice scar ;D it might fade though ;-; )