Songs and Screams (Pico x reader)

Chapter 5

Triger Warning: PTSD induced nightmare, home invasion, guns, inability to distinguish fantasy and reality

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You slowly sat up and looked around. Neither Skid, Pump, nor Jessica were in the room and the lights were all off. A blanket had been draped over you, probably to keep you warm. You slowly stood up and looked down at the coffee table, holding the blanket close. Pico's gun was missing from the table and you couldn't find a note explaining what was going on.

You walked over to the kitchen, then the door, then the room you were staying in, all the while searching for some sort of note. You noticed your phone on the desk in your room. Maybe Jessica left a message? You turned it on, only to find no notifications what-so-ever and a nearly dead battery. You shuddered a little, not liking that the one thing that could save you was about to die. Now, you started trying to find your charger while texting Jessica and asking where she was. Your charger was strangely gone, causing you to start worrying even more.

Now slightly more frantic, you started looking around the apartment for a phone charger. You began to get desperate as you searched, rummaging through drawers and digging around tables, counters and desks. Nothing. You made your way to the door, reasoning that you could ask around for a phone to use. You really didn't want to be alone right now.

Bang.

You stumbled back from the door, your eyes going wide and the terrifyingly familiar sound. It sounded unsettlingly close. You ran back to the bathroom, remembering Jessica mentioning a closet in there in one of her more recent phone calls. You doubted a shooter would look in there. You didn't bother turning on the lights, instead just blindly stumbling around until you found it. You crouched down, pushing bags and boxes out of the way to make room for you. You crawled in and closed the door as much as you could.

The closet was small with shelves above you, making the small space on the floor feel extremely cramped. You pulled the blanket close and moved some stuff to where you were partly hidden. You heard another bang, this one much closer with a scream accompanying it. With trembling hands, you pulled out your phone and dialed 911.

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" you heard the person on the other end ask.

"Th-there's a shooter in my a-apartment building," you whispered, your voice horribly shaking.

"Alright, stay calm. Where are you?" they asked.

You froze. You couldn't remember where the apartment was. Jessica told you but... you couldn't remember. Why couldn't you remember? Why couldn't you think?

"I-I don't know," you said.

"Alright uh... do you know what buildings are around you or nearby?" they asked.

"No," you whispered, tears pricking your eyes.

"Alright just stay calm. We can try and-"

You tensed up as the line went dead. You looked at your phone only to see a black screen.

"No... no, no, no, no, no!"

You started to freak out. Your phone was dead. Your phone was dead. All you could hope for now was that someone else had already called 911.

Bang.

Another scream.

Silence.

You laid curled up in the bathroom closet, frozen. A minute later, you head the door to the apartment open and heavy footsteps. Tears slowly started to fall down your cheeks as you trembled. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't fucking happening.