「𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭」> [Creepypasta X Reader]

000

"Dear Diary, Entry 18 of 199X

Whenever I wake up, I can't seem to breathe for a moment."

The resident took of his stethoscope as his eyes locked with [Name].

"It seems like your breathing is laboured because your lungs are filled with a bit of mucus." He got cut off by a tan hand lightly hitting the back of his head. "We don't have the CT scan yet. Don't make conclusions yet, Smiley." Dr. Brown lightly chuckled. "But it's true! I place my bets on that!" The resident, Dr. Smiley, hastily took off his surgical mask with his left pointer finger.

"Then I'll buy you lunch if you get it right!" The air was light and airy, a peaceful atmosphere.

For the woman previously standing like a bodyguard next to the dainty looking girl. Got a phonecall and took it outside. Her stiff, awkward blue eyes glancing wearily at Smiley's actions making him mess up.

"So, I have to take new medication, right?" [Name] swished her legs from the tall bed back and forth. Her pointed toes lightly hitting the cold white tiles of her reserved room. "Uh— yeah."

Devin Lee Smiley was a bit awkward around the female patient. That much is known throughout the big city hospital.

His enemies called him 'emotionally stunted', but that was far from the truth.

Smiley prided himself to be understanding of sadness akin to 'No Longer Human' and the difficulty of morals of 'Crime and Punishment'. He understood the concept of feminism of 'Little Women'. In fact, he could call himself a proud feminist!

But his personality wasn't the greatest. Devin was prideful and haughty. And that was his disadvantage.

Of course, a bit of pride was accepted. But for people like her— Sick people like her, from what he knows, hates that. And he can't risk getting sued for emotional damage.

"You'll be staying here for a while too." Dr. Browne added as he pulled his apprentice away. "We'll be checking if the results are in." He left with a smile. Leaving a contemplating girl named [Name] alone in the cold, brightly lit room.

The days were growing colder and blurrier. At least from her perspective.

She couldn't seem to remember most names now. Not that it correlated from Elliott's. Dr Browne said it was disassociation. She couldn't remember reality now. Reality was blurry.

She wouldn't remeber what she did.

He said it might be a way of coping [Name] developed.

She could already hear the Rossburg staff's talk about how she's become senile. How she keeps resembling a pitiful old woman with her hair that looked like translucent thread.

She hated it.

She hated their backwards pity.

She hated being compared to an old woman.

She's young and beautiful, is she not? We're the compliments just from pity? She knew without her looks that she wouldn't be anything.

She wasn't as smart as Smiley or Dr. Browne, nor was she resourceful like her dear mother. She was just a less than normal girl from America.

She hunched over. Her heart beating so fast and hard. Her mouth letting out visible puffs.

She didn't want to die. No! She accepted death, yes, but with a sudden clarity hitting her in the face, the acceptance seemed to be thrown out the window.

She coughed out a cry; her hands pulling her hair in messy directions. Her scalp felt like burning, but [Name] ignored it. Her legs kicking on invisible punching bags on the mattress. Why was she alive? Why? Just to prolong the pain? Why doesn't she just get euthanized?!? Why make her suffer?!?

'Why me?' She calmed down as she let out a pathetic sob. Her [Eye Colour] eyes that glossed from tears now dried up.

She sniffed the air one last time before falling onto the bed, back of her head first.

Ignorant to the lab coat clad male with a large envelope that had her CT scan. Texting someone on his black cased phone.

D.S.◀|

'1:30.'

|▶Benjamin this dick in ur mouth

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Forgive me y'all, last chapter wasn't my best 🥲

I would like to focus on MC's disease more than how it affects the others. But when the setting is finally complete, the others def get more screentime.

Tbh, MC is slightly inspired by Marie Antoinette. How her brother describes Marie, that is. And some others.

Smiley ain't that bad yet.