Sleeping Under The Moonlight ( Tommyinnt x Reader)

Chapter 22

Tw// fire, blood, panic Attack, implementation of death

It took not even a split second for me to collapse to the hardwood floor. The crash was loud, making me dizzy. I slowly brought my hand to the back of my head as broken glass surrounded me. 

My vision became dizzy. Slowly I got on my hands and knees and started to crawl to the piano room.

My hand left a print on the door. I tried to push the door open but I couldn't. The screams got louder as I tried to enter the room.

My hand slapped another place on the door leaving another hand print.  More glass shattered around me. My vision became blurry. The last thing I heard was. 

" didn't daddy teach you not to play with matches " the voice was deep. I couldn't tell if I recognized it. It was a man. I think. 

My vision shattered like a broken mirror. Before I sat looking at myself and crying. There were broken pieces everywhere

I reached my hand out and touched it. My hand faded though the glass and everything  went black. 

I shot up and gasped for air. Tears just keep flowing. Nothing was stopping them. What the hell was that?  My hands touched my face.

My lungs felt like they were on fire. 

No matter how hard I tried to breathe I couldn't.   I felt ranboo move on my legs. He was probably confused. Can't really blame him.  He pulled me into a hug. Trying to calm me down.  Next thing I know will  was here too.

My lungs still felt the same. It's like I suddenly forgot how to breathe. It was rigged and very uneven.

  "Y/n I need you to breath. " he sounded panicked. Suddenly I felt something cold on my hands. I held onto it for dear life. My breathing slowly calmed down  not fast enough but it was getting there.

It hurts to breathe at this point.  

Will rubbed my back as I sat right next to him. He must have picked me up. I cursed at myself for my reaction to that dream. It caused a scene that didn't need to happen. 

"You wanna talk about it. You know we're here for you" ranboo softly mentioned that I probably should tell them.

Why I couldn't breathe. I don't even know why my lungs decided to just stop working.  My brain was  too scrambled to form words so I shook my head no. 

I stood up to grab the glass of water on the table. I took a quick sip before my hand fell loose dropping the cup. The cup fell on  the table shattering.

Glass went everywhere.

My legs gave out at the sound and  pushed myself back against the wall and far away from the glass.   My hands covered my ears.

The glass shattering. Why did it trigger me so much? Why was it in my dream? Most importantly, who the hell was that guy? 

I just curled up on myself and stared at the shattered glass. Not one emotion was displayed on my face. 

It fell cold as I stared at the glass shards. To many emotions all at once. I was too overwhelmed to even try to move. What the absolute fuck just happened.