The Minds bind. // Larry x Reader

A Plate of Fresh Disaster.

   I watched as the dying trees moved across the window of the car. The fall made the air dry, giving me a stuffy feeling. So I rolled the window down to feel the wind in my face, recalling what lead me here.

  Unlike the other times, it was dark. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, everything was black. It was like a big box with no light. I could hear the familiar voices I hear every night, the only friends I have and their not even real. Made up in my messed up head.

  At first it was whispers, but then I could make out what they were saying. All of them, all 4 of them, all 4 of my only imaginary friends. Chanting.

  "We'll be here, waiting. Come find us." They spoke. They were getting louder and louder, until it was screaming, echoing off the walls and into my head. I knelt down and covered my ears, sobbing into myself. My only escape now a nightmare, again.

  Then I woke up. Sweating and even more tired than when I went to sleep. 9am, time for therapy.

  "And that's what the dream was this time," I said to my therapist, "well, the nightmare."

  "I'm saying this not as you're therapist, y/n. We're not supposed to be philosophical, but I think these people and these places you see them in and talk to them in are real. That apartment and all of them could be out there, actually waiting for you." She sat her clipboard down and I could feel her eyes on me, I stared down at my shoes. "Why don't you and your mom move somewhere, anywhere. It might help. We can talk over call, or you can find a new therapist?"

  Me? Moving? I've always been here how could I move now? I didnt want to, not at all. But my mom..she did. She thought it would be great, she was wrong.

  "Y/n please roll up the window, I want to talk."

  I took myself out of my thoughts of the past and rolled up the window and looked at my mom, who still was focused on the road ahead.

  "I know you dont want to move, but it will be good for you! Can you promise me one thing though?" I hummed in response, not wanting to talk right now, "Can you try to make some real friends?"

  "I-"

  "Please." I knew she wasn't asking, she was begging, and I didnt want to let her down. Not after dad left us, not after he let her down. I couldnt.

  "I'll try." I turned back to the window, gazing at the empty fields and the passing trees.

  Once we arrived no one talked, not me or my mom. We moved our things into the apartment in silence. When I stepped out of the car for the first time I felt a wave of nostalgia, I had been here before. The sign even looked familiar; "Addison Apartments" it read, I didnt recognize the name at all.

  The apartment itself was empty, not one person was out. However I didnt mind, I really didnt want to see anyone new right now. Or ever for that matter.

  I placed all my things in the first bedroom from the door, claiming it as mine as my mom took the second room. All I needed right now was my bed and all the things that belonged on it. I'd unpack the rest later.

  After I helped Mom unpack the kitchen, the main room, and the bathroom, I decided it was time to take time to myself.

  In bed, alone. The room as dark as I could possibly make it in the afternoon. I layed there trying to sleep, until i finally drifted off; ready for a dream with my friends.