Diabolik Lovers x Reader (Requests OPEN)

Broken (Carla Tsukinami x Broken Reader Part Two)

Requested by: @Laurelianna

TW: Suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, throwing up

The lack of air stung your lungs, but you still attempted to keep your head under the water, even despite your brain screaming at you to finally break through the surface. At the very last moment, you finally shot out from the water, taking large gasps of fresh air. You silently cursed yourself as you drew your sopping body out of the bathtub. Throwing on your clothes, you headed back into the study that you had last seen Carla. There was no sign of the man there, though.

As you waited for him to return, you found yourself studying a few paintings that were set on the walls. You vaguely remembered him talking fondly about a few of the pictures after one of your daily dinners with him.

Ever since you had begun your slow recovery, he had made sure to find some time to spend with you. One of the initial things that rendered you utterly baffled was the gentleness and kindness that he treated you with. Though, you did not find yourself falling in love with his noticeable attempts. Your mind still held fast to the cruelty that he had shown you that horrid night....

A hand moved to your shoulder, pulling you from the vivid memories of what had happened. Carla's gold eyes, worry abundantly present in their depths, were looking down at your shaking figure. His fingers moved to wipe the cold sweat off your forehead, causing you to visibly flinch. His eyebrows drew together as he slowly pulled his hand back.
"What seems to be troubling you?" he automatically asked as your eyes moved to focus on the intricate designs on one of the paintings. Anything but him to focus on....

The question caused your thoughts to run wildly. What exactly upset you? The only answer that was clear: everything.

You were so put off by the way that he was treating you now, ready for him to push away this facade and return to his cold and demeaning persona. Any sort of care he showed you was so unfamiliar, and you could not relax for anything.

"This is not very befitting for a Founder's future..." he paused his words as he looked down on you. Carla's heart squeezed at how panicked you looked, and he recalled one of the books that he had read when learning how to help you recover. He let out a sigh before gently grabbing your hand and leading you to your personal bedroom. Getting you settled under the covers, he joined you and wrapped his arms around your trembling frame, trying to get you to focus on slowing down your breathing.

A few more painful minutes passed before you finally succumbed to your tiredness.

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Your eyes shot open to the feeling of Carla shifting his position next to you. Almost as soon as you had woken up, your awry thoughts were whirling around in your head again. You moved to sit up in bed, looking down at Carla. Your eyes, wide with realization, were fixated on his peaceful figure. He was sleeping...?

You could try to escape again-

Your heart uncomfortably beat against your chest as you were once again reminded of the punishment that he had swiftly delivered you when he found you that first time. You didn't want to go through that ever again. Trying to ignore your thoughts, you shakily got to your feet and wobbled to the bathroom, locking the door behind yourself. You leaned over the pure white sink and tried to splash water on your face, an attempt to compose yourself. Still, your thoughts continued. Your frustration built up until your eyes locked on a pill bottle. Would that be the only way to silence this?

You found your fingers closing around the bottle and unscrewing the lid. Almost immediately, there was a frantic banging at the door.

"What are you doing?!" came Carla's frantic voice as your head turned towards the door that seemed to quake under his fists.

"I'm changing my c-clothes. Can't you give me some privacy?" you got out as you shook out a handful of pills into your palm. "I'll be out in a few minutes, Carla..."

There was a few seconds of silence, where you were certain that the situation was dawning on Carla. Once again, he was trying to open the door and slamming himself against it.

"If you do not open this door, I will break it down and punish you again-!"

This caused your actions to become even quicker. You forced yourself to swallow the pills and looked at your terrified face in the mirror. Resigning yourself to your fate, you moved farther away from the door and curled yourself into a corner. You tried to slow your breaths and closed your eyes. However, this only lasted a short while before the door was finally broken down and you felt Carla grabbing you.

"Stop it!" you screamed as he dragged you across the floors and pulled you to your feet. Your mind rushed away from the situation, and the next thing you remembered was you bent over the sink, throwing up your guts. You vaguely remembered Carla doing something to make you vomit, but you tried to not focus on that. The only thing that you were focusing on was the punishment that you were going to have to face.

Frustrated tears ran down your cheeks as your face fell. As soon as you were finished throwing up, you were given a glass of water. Despite how gentle Carla's hand was rubbing your back, you found yourself growing even more frightened. You quickly downed the water, but the next thing you knew, you were tumbling towards the floor. The last thing you heard was the crashing of the glass.

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Your clammy hand was wrapped in Carla's when you opened your eyes once again. When he launched towards you, you let out a startled cry before you realized that he was embracing you tightly.

"I am not going to punish you," Carla's rumbling voice spoke out into the silence, almost as if he sensed your discomfort. He pulled back to stare at your face, memorizing every single feature, before leaning forward to capture your lips with his. As rough as he had dealt you with earlier, his kisses were the exact opposite. You let him continue on before he pulled back to press a kiss to the newly forming bruise on your wrist from where he had grabbed you and dragged you. Your heart beat painfully against your chest as he pulled you into a hug once again, clinging to you.

Despite your hesitance, you had fallen in love with him... You could only prepare yourself for the challenges that you had yet to face.