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[tw: car accident; death]

„diane" i say holding on to her while struggling to walk. „we should walk" „it's fine y/n. i'm almost sober" she moves me in the direction of her car. i think it's the direction of her car. i drank way too much. „diane" i mumble „we shouldn't drive". „i said i'm sober" she says annoyed. i nod. i don't want to think anything. i just want to go home. and sleep. and think of nothing. „you coming?" diane asks. i didn't realize i stopped walking. i look at her. she tries to stand still to make it seem like she's sober. she's completely sauced. no way i'm getting into that car. „no" i say slowly. she frowns. „you know y/n, you're boring." „what do you mean by that?" i ask. „you are such a bourgeois." i'm a bourgeois because i don't want to get into a car driven by a drunk person? oh hell no. im just not completely dumb. „what the hell is going on with you? why are you such a bitch all of a sudden?" i say. this pisses me off. „me? a bitch?" she says looking really mad now „you are the bitch y/n. you don't get it, right?" „get what?" „i'm so done with you and all your bullshit" she says getting really aggressive now. „why are you like that? i just said i don't want to get into that car with you" „it's always you. everybody's always like ‚oh there's y/n' ‚well, how's y/n doing?' everybody's like that. everybody except eddie." eddie. that hurts. his name hurts. and her using eddie as an insult towards me hurts even more. „what has eddie got to do with this?" i ask. i'm really sad all of a sudden. i feel like crying and screaming at the same time. „you know y/n, he never told you, but he just fucked you because he pitied you!" „that's not true, diane. you're lying!" diane never lied to me before. this has to be a lie. „nope, he told me himself." she said. i don't hear what she says after that. everything i hear is blood rushing through my ears. i feel sober now. i know i'm not. my heart feels like bursting. i look at diane. i don't see her clear. everything is so blurry. i turn around. i just want to go home. i take a few steps. i hear the engine of dianes car. i hear the car driving. i hear a loud noise. something crashing. i hear screams. people are running to something. i don't want to look. probably a guy who fell from a bike. someone's coming up to me. i've never seen him before. he touches my shoulder. „y/n?" he says. i look at him. „you just spoke to a girl" i nod slowly. something's wrong. „she got into a car, right?" i nod again. what's going on? he points at something. „is that the car?" i follow his pointed hand with my eyes. it points at a car. dianes car. i feel so nauseous. i lean forward. and i rech. nothing comes out. i'm standing like this for almost five minutes. then i slowly start walking. running. i stop in front of the car. it's dianes car. i walk around the car to get to the driver's side. it's smashed. everything feels like cotton. the car looks like death personally. it swallows everything. nothing's alive in there.

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