𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮 | 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

16. Never Leaving

2nd Person POV:
You and Carrie are at the house. Carrie holds your hand tightly before you two walk in. "It will be alright," she whispers. You nod. "I really hope so."

Carrie gently pushes the door open, revealing all the slashers propped up on the couches and sofas. The strong tang of blood fills your nostrils. They all turn to you and Carrie. Norman perks up quickly, rushing to you. He jumps on you, making you almost fall down. "Where w-were you?" You give a worried glance at Carrie, signaling that you don't know how to answer. She gives you a small nod. "She just got a little scared," Carrie says calmly with a smile. You nod at Norman. "Oh. We're sorry if w-we frightened you." His eyes sadden. You pat his head gently. "I'm alright," you lie. Norman smiles. "Y-you should get to bed n-now. It's been a l-long day." You nod and smile. "Okay." You walk off to your room, closing the door behind you.

You let out a sigh as you let your back rest against the door. Your mind is boggled about how insane it is to know that you are officially, "parent-less." It feels almost unbelievable.

I need to get sleep. That's my top priority right now. You nod to yourself and head to your duffel bag. Unzipping it, you realize that it's empty. Where are my clothes..?

You then remember there are dressers in the room. You walk to a tall dresser in the corner of your room, opening the first bottom drawer. Inside are all your clothes neatly placed. Aw. I wonder who put my clothes here? Faint marks of dirt remain on the edge of the dresser. Whoever did it has dirty hands. Hopefully they washed it afterwards.

You pull out a loose white t-shirt and black shorts. You take off your clothes, placing it neatly in your top drawer. After you put on the clothes.

As you slide into the blankets, you wonder where C/n might be. Since you aren't leaving anymore, you might as well keep taking care of him. By his current size, he's probably only 3 months old.

You close your eyes, snuggling yourself into the warm embrace of the sheets. You fall asleep very quickly.

3rd Person POV:
As Y/n fell fast asleep, the others were discussing in the living room....

"Okay guys, don't get mad or anything but.." Carrie begins, more guilt forming with each word. "Y/n tried to leave. Like, she got a car and tried to drive away." Billy raises an eyebrow. "Tried? What do you mean?" Carrie thinks for a second. "Well, she can't really drive. Based on how slow she was going.. I'm pretty sure she didn't even drive a car until today." Freddy bursts out into laughter. "How can a 17 year old not know how to drive? Pfft-!" He continues to laugh. Hannibal smacks his arm and he stops laughing.

Carrie watches for a moment and looks at everyone's reactions to her saying that Y/n tried to escape. None of them show any sign of disappointment. "Did Y/n get to see her mom at least? She seemed eager to see her," Billy acknowledges. Carrie looks away. "It didn't end up as expected.." she mumbles. That grabs the attention of the others. "What do you mean?" Brahms joins in. "..her mom drove away on her. Left her here. She didn't get the chance to tell me why." The room goes quiet. Finally, Hannibal decides to speak. "Well, we should all do our part and be extra careful when speaking to Y/n. Anything could upset her right now." Hannibal receives a nod from everyone else.

1st Person POV (Billy):
I find that it's absolutely horrible how a mother would leave her daughter like that. And that daughter is Y/n! Y/n is literally the sweetest girl on the planet. How could a person leave her? That mother must be very unstable. I hope that mother didn't do anything to harm Y/n before all this...

1st Person POV (Freddy):
Jeez. I didn't know that her own mother left her. That's tough. Y/n is probably so upset about it. And I didn't even know she was. And I can read minds..! I mean‐ it isn't even that bad. Pssh. I've seen worse. I hope she is alright though.