See You On The Other Side. . . (Eret x OC)

Chapter 10

Sky POV

TW: Panic attack, knives, cutting, blood, mentions of suicide, mentions of war, mentions of death

A nightmare wakes me up, and my breaths are labored as I get out of bed. I'm having a small panic attack, so I walk to the closest bathroom and splash water on my face. When this does nothing, I start my sensory processing.

Five things you can see. The sink, the toilet, the mirror, the cabinets, the shower.

Four things you can touch. The cold water running out of the faucet, the fabric of my shirt, my toothbrush on the counter, the knife that I subconsciously brought with me.

Three things you can hear. The soft whirring of the air conditioning, my own breathing, the faucet.

Two things you can smell. Salt from when Toby was cooking earlier, the moldy smell of the underground.

One thing you can taste. Water.

I repeat this process around five times, and when it's done nothing to help, I glance down at the knife I brought with me out of habit. I told myself I would try to stop after the conversation I had with Eret, but I can't help it.

The knife sinks into the skin on my arm, and I try my best not to make any noise. One cut turns into two, two into four, and when I'm satisfied, I look around for bandages in the cabinets. However, my knife falls to the floor, creating a loud clunk.

Shit. I hope nobody heard that. I continue searching around for bandages until I hear a soft knocking at the door.

"One second!" I call, my voice strained.

"Sky?" I hear Eret call out, and I hear him mumble a faint "Shit."

"Yeah?" I respond, trying not to sound like I'm crying.

"I need you to open the door," Eret says. "Please, open the door."

"I can't!" I tell him, panicking even more now. "Please, just go away!"

"Sky, please just open the door," he says, voice low. "I'm worried about you."

"You don't have to be!" I tell him. "Just go away! Go back to bed and pretend none of this even happened!"

"Sky, I'm going to ask you one more time," Eret says. "Please open the door, or I'm going to get the key."

I stay silent, and I hear Eret sigh and walk away. He's back two minutes later, jamming a key into the lock and twisting the door open. He closes it behind him.

The scene he walks in on is me sitting in a puddle of my own blood, a bloody knife on the ground next to me, crying into my hands. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, bending down to grab bandages from a cabinet I haven't checked yet. He sits next to me, asking me to hold out my wrists. I do as I'm told.

He works in silence as he bandages my wrists, wrapping them tight but not to the point where it hurts. Once he finishes, he puts the bandages back under the counter, turning to me.

"What were you thinking Sky?" He asks.

"I don't know, I don't-" he cuts me off.

"May I ask what triggered it?" He says.

"I had a nightmare," I tell him. "My friends that were still on the battlefield died, and I woke up thinking it was real, thinking that if they died it would be my fault. I'm here while they're out there fighting; oh my god I shouldn't have left them-"

"Sky, it's okay," Eret tells me, calming me down. "Wilbur and Techno showed up a few hours ago. They're okay."

"But if they weren't, it would be my fault!" I cry. "I just left them on the battlefield! I don't understand why you're my friend. I'm a horrible person; I don't deserve someone like you."