Intoxicating(dream x reader)(techno x reader)

Chapter 14 Arrows

Dear Home,

Your probably not even worried that I am gone which is understandable. I was always the one who caused problems, however, I hope you all are doing well.
I don't think I will be returning soon. In fact, I don't even know where I am or if I'm okay where I'm at.
Anyways, I just wanted to write to you all to tell you I'm okay.

P.S. please take good care of my pets
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Tear drops fell onto the paper causing come of the ink to spread.

I read each word with a bitter pain in my heart. It hurt. So much.

I knew they would never get this letter, but a part of me just felt better after writing it. So, I grabbed the letter and placed the tip of it above a candle watching it catch on fire. I stared at the flame climbing up the paper; the flames were beautiful to stare at. Finally, the flames caught up to my fingers slightly burning me. I hissed in pain as I put the fire out.

The room filled with silence.

My heart started to race and my body felt numb. My head slowly started to spin causing my vision to go blurry.

I clenched my fists.

Move.

Move.

Move. Move. Move.

"Damnit move!" I shot up in fear.

My heart hammered inside me, I could hear it loudly within my head.

The silence.

I couldn't handle it.

Never again.

I closed my eyes in hope to calm myself then held my breathe.

1.

2.

3.

Exhaled.

1.

2.

3.

Held.

I did this for a minute or however long it took to calm myself down. When I was relaxed once more I opened my eyes and stared at another blade in front of me.
I could see my reflection and I kinda grimaced at myself. I hated how I looked.
My h/c hair draped down shaping my face. My eyes always seemed too tired and drained. My lips were slightly chapped and when I smiled it was crooked.
My e/c eyes stared at the reflection like a threat. They were sharp and seemed to crave chaos.

Back home my "friends" would always say I had a death glare or a natural resting bitch face. Which I found amusement using my death glare at people. It made them fear me.

I liked it.

Slowly stepping away from the desk and my reflection I walked towards the bookshelf to occupy myself instead. It was covered head to toe with books leaving a slight smile on my face.
I always loved reading, mostly of fantasy. The tales of love and pain. The hope and power the story brought, and the characters. Growing with the characters was always my favorite. Especially afterwards I would draw them in my sketchbook.
My art was my escape into fantasy.
I could draw myself with any fictional character or having any power I want.
A power i always liked was either creation or having the ability to take other peoples powers. I always like the villain. So, my favorite powers were perfect for the part.

As I thought and thought a loud crash came from behind me making me jump. I turned around towards the entrance where the sound came from. I felt uneasy so I grabbed an axe hanging from the wall and slowly crept towards the entrance. I waited a few feet away waiting to find out what made that noise. Grunting came from the entrance making me tense up a bit. However, whatever it was, sounded like it was in pain.
I stared at the entrance for a moment before out came The Blade. His cloak that he wore was covered in blood, his mask was smeared with it. Alone with cuts and dirt.
My heart dropped at the sight of him making me drop my weapon and run over to him.