PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊FIFTY NINE :

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FAMILY JEWELS.

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It shifted and turned, warping around as it stopped all together.

I inhaled through my nose once, standing idly as the words repeated through my mind, my legs taking advantage as they began to rapidly move, running.

Regroup at Superstar.

I laughed at the thought, remembering the Superstar being this trendy thing back in the day.

Back in my day.

I never got to experience it fully, heh, I only saw the outside of the Godforsaken place.

Only seeing and hearing other's joy, their little lives getting an upgrade by investing in something so pointless. Excuse being; It's fun!

I scoffed as I continued to run, the back of my mind exactly knowing to what location, where my general thoughts upon it hadn't quite processed yet.

My tracks quickly stopped, keeping me at a distance from the dark gate before me as I left my eyes to stare over the dirt I stood on. I was stalling.

I suddenly shook my head, swinging the gate open as I held on a bit longer, held onto the stalling of time.

I felt my legs wiggle as I stepped, me becoming more and more exhausted at every step as I felt my abnormal ability drain the everlasting hell out of me. That and the incredulous bruises and cuts it had endured, glass still pricking the skin of my knees still as I actively attempted to ignore it.

I kept running, smiling as I looked up in the air as I now walked, laughing loudly as I stopped again, abruptly.

My body harshly turned, facing what I had subconsciously came for. I bit my lip as I looked down upon it . . .

My eyes traced over the engraved letters that stood over the gray stone stuck to the ground, both conveniently settled beside each other.

Sheá L/N & Duncan L/N.

"Bastards." I spoke with a tight lipped smile, kicking some dirt onto my Mothers tombstone, it levitating as time was still on held by my force.

"Heh. What?" I spoke aloud, touching my left eye as I felt it tear up slightly, my finger gently wiped the tear before it had a solid chance of rolling down.

No. Not for you, neither of you . . . you don't deserve it.

I thought, my smile dropping as my knees fell to the floor, burring my head into my palms as I sobbed.

Not only about the pain . . . the thoughts.

God, the thoughts . . .

I sniffed, breathing heavily as I could barely catch any breath by the open cemetery I occupied,

"M . . . Mama . . . What am I meant to do?" I whimpered out, dropping my hands to the ground as I felt my body shake.

I'm disappointed in myself.

I really am.

My legs bent, allowing me to stand up properly once more, I sighed as I stared down once more. I harshly ripped the shards of glass out of my skin, throwing it aside as I kept my eyes on the stone before me, tearing the shards one by one as I felt more and more blood seep from my deep wounds. Wiping my tears as I looked up to the sky.