Sidney thought she killed Billy, she was sure of it. But when she is living a normal life again with Y/N together, she wasn't thrilled about the nightmares and hallucinations her daughter was having since her childhood.
What Sidney wasn't prepared w...
I first wrote it on Archive of our Own, so if you guys prefer to read it here, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37706377/chapters/94134331
It's an Y/N character, I know, but for the sake of the story, the physique characteristics are already made. The friends too.
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You were preparing yourself for the day, applying soft makeup on your features when your bedroom window opened. You screamed in surprised as a laugh boom in the room. "What the hell Carter?!"
Carter was a boy you were going out with last year. He was quite beautiful and athletic, but is demeanor threw you off. The worst was when you were searching for him after class until you found him...
Pinning another girl on the lockers and kissing her passionately.
You had being disgusted by the "show" and you ended it there. That didn't mean Carter wasn't trying to make up for it by following you around like a lost puppy.
"Come on, babe. I missed you." He replied sweetly.
"Don't call me that and get out of my room. My mom is close by and I don't want to let her see a guy who climbed my window!" You exclaimed under your breath. "Especially one I broke up with last year!"
"Come on, don't be like that." Your body now stuck between him and the bed. Your vision suddenly changed, seeing a very gorgeous guy in the same position Carter had you seconds ago.
"I just thought we could do a little on top of the clothes stuff."
"Yeah." That wasn't your voice. It was a tone lighter but you knew it.
It was your mom's.
Did you just get another vision? It's not like you were surprised. If you remember correctly, you had your first one at twelve. You were alone in this scenario but you weren't seeing with your own eyes. It was always like you were someone else living what already happened.
You never talked to your mother about it and why should you? You were probably going to be thrown into a mental hospital. But it wasn't the worst of it all.
Most of the time, when you were alone with a mirror in the room, a man would appeared. Tall and beautiful, just like the younger man in your vision, but older. What always traumatized you was the dried blood splattered on his white shirt. He was always talking to you, telling you he knows who you are and are just like him. The first times you had shrug it off as your childhood imagination because you wished to have another parental figure but as you grew older, you were litterally telling yourself you were crazy.
You still think that.
"Babe, you okay?" Carter's voice bring you back to the present. "You were spacing out."
Your hands pushed his form off of you. "I told you to stop calling me that. We are over!-"
Your bedroom door opened. "Y/N, are you okay? I heard noises-" Her voice stopped. Looking at you and Carter, as well as the window with widened brown eyes. She seemed to be in her own mind.
Hopefully you wouldn't get reprimand about it.
...
"So, Carter in your bedroom, huh?" Your friend, Sasha, asked with a dumbfounded expression. "And he passed by your window? What a creep."
"What I still don't understand is why he is so into you." Max watched you, lifting his hands up at the small glare Sasha was giving him while your eyes were on your shoes. "No offense."
"I don't know why he is still following me. I don't care if Carter go french other people. I don't love him anymore."
Max passed an arm around your neck and playfully squished you into his body. "What were you finding in him anyway? It's written douchebag all over his face."
"I don't know." You answered truthfully. "Maybe I wanted to know how it feels to be in love..."
You passed the corridor to go in psychology, waving to Max and following Sasha at your place. The teacher, Mr. Moris, started his work like he always did: boringly. But you were still doing your best to write notes without falling asleep.
The third class was finished as the bell rang. You entered the bathroom, placing your bag on the sink before you heard voices coming from the stall. As they opened it, you rushed with your bag to one at the far end, listening.
"Seriously, she's such a freak. No wonder Carter broke up with her." A female spoke with venom. "He deserves better anyway."
"I thought Y/N ended the relationship. I heard she found him with Carla cheating." Another girl.
"And you believe that? Even her mother was known to be a slut, and the mother of the mother and blablabla." She flipped her hair, prefering looking at the mirror than who she was talking with. "Did you even seen her? She's always in her own little world. It's a surprise she has friends."
"You're pathetic." The second admitted to her.
"They are facts." The sound of the bathroom door close made you let out what you were hidding, tears were beginning to surface in the corners of your eyes as you whimpered. You got out, looking at the mirror, facing yourself. You looked like a mess. Your mother appeared on the reflection. She was wearing a red and white flower top and her eyes were glistering with tears.
"Pathetic." You both said at the same time before you turned on the sink, splashing your face with cold water. When you confronted the mirror a second time, you only saw yourself.
