Traitor

Painful Nights

TW: Torture

Y/n Pov-

It reeked of rotten flesh, I was blindfolded, I couldn't move because the chains around my wrists and ankles. I then recalled what happened before I ended up here.

She was killed in front of me and B/n I don't know what happened...maybe father was lying

No matter how many times he told me about the reason why he did it I sometimes doubted him in my head.

After a moment of silence I heard the door creak open, then heard footsteps.

"I see, you've finally woken up. You've been sleeping for quite a while you know" It sounded as if he was in a good mood, after what he did yesterday

I stayed quiet then he spoke again

"Are you doubting about what I said?" He questioned with a disappointed tone

"...yes..." I responding while clenching my fists

His hand was placed on my head

"Well then, It can't be changed...right?"

Questioning why his tone changed quickly, I heard him breathe then his hand left my head

"Wrong..." He said quietly

His presents was gone, I realized I was tense so I loosened my body and calmed down

~Timeskip~

Sweat dripped off my face and I felt something warm trail down my arms, I knew it was blood.

My heavy breathing was the only thing that was heard in the room. Then the psychopathic laugh erupted in the room. I swallowed the lump in my throat and the pain kicked in.

His laugh kept going for a bit

After a while he calmed down and took a deep breath "Look at you all worn out, I'm only trying to help your lost mind"

"H-how is this even...helping me" I managed to speak through the pain

"It doesn't seem like you understand the situation. You don't even believe me when I tell you why I killed them" He removed the blindfold and from across the room both corpses were faced towards me

"Your own mother wanted to kill me" He pointed at her and continued to speak "She attacked me with this very knife"

The knife was right in front of me and I didn't know what to think. I looked up and all I see is a smile and tears falling

My eyes widened, I never saw him cry like that. I looked back down and saw the trail of blood going down my arms, the drops on the old wooden floor were starting to form into a small pool of blood.

"I don't know if she's planted that in your head but It seems you like you don't want to believe a word I say" His shadow casting over me and with those crimson red eyes piercing the back of my head

"You will believe me, with these Painful Nights"

It was a nightmare every time I was taken to that very room. When he saw me deep in thought he just knew I was once again not believing him. It's like he can read my mind.

That room started to smell worse and worse overtime. I had to get used to it, the amount of times I threw up was far to many than I can remember.

Having to endure the pain, I started to see illusions of B/n standing in front of me speaking but I never understood what he said

When my father left, I could still he him standing there with a sad expression. I spoke to him about my thoughts in a whisper and it always seemed like he was there actually listening to me like back then.

Soon enough I always said to myself he was still alive.

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