The Girl In Chains (Artemis Fowl x Female Reader)

Chapter 17: Memories

I feel the pain of my nail being ripped off, and i let out a shriek, arching my back against a hard surface.

All the pain suddenly abandons me as i wake up, pulled back from my memories to reality. I remember that i'm strapped to a chair surrounded by fairies, i remember i got over the pain of losing a nail years back, i remember that i'm no longer a five-year-old who is defenseless and weak.

I take in a deep breath to steady myself. The fear from my memory is still coursing through my veins, and the pain still has my gut clenching.

Whispers poke at the back of my mind, my PTSD and psychosis are running amok, whispering profanities into my ears,

You're such a loser

Look, they're all laughing at you

I finally look up to see their faces, and an illusion clouds over their faces, turning their features around and laughing hysterically at me. I hear their voices,

"Y/N, you couldn't even protect yourself!"

"You're so stupid to trust so easily."

"What kind of person are you?"

"Stupid little girl, always getting yourself into trouble"

Someone sings an eerie lullaby off tune in the background, growing louder by the second. I turn in my chair to see who is it, but i there is no one except for my delusions.

A darkness starts to envelope me and panic takes over, i try to push it down, I try to turn away, tell myself that it's all fake, it's all the product of my imagination,

So why does it feel so real?

The darkness takes me under me, and suddenly i feel like i'm drowning at sea, like waves are crashing over me, and i don't know which way to swim to reach air. The whispers scream in my head. I shut my eyes close in fear of getting salt water in them. I hold my breath, unable to breath. I can't move. I could be falling or floating, i don't know, and pressure is building in my head, i feel as if i'm about to explode.

"Morrigan!.... Morrigan! " A large hand shakes my shoulder and i snap out of my illusion. I jerk my shoulder away from the grasp, being touched is the last thing i want right now.

I take in a deep breath, wondering why my clothes aren't wet. I look up to meet the gaze of Butler.

I look down immediately, i can't bare to look at someone straight in the face right now, i just need to get my mind in check.

I realize my hands are shaking, i clench and unclench them, forcing stillness. I can still feel Butler leering above me, his gaze boring a hole into the back of my head. I turn my face and wipe my cheek with my shoulder, drying off the wetness i hate so much. I swallow my spit as my mouth suddenly feels parched, and my stomach aches with hunger, i'm also tired as fuck and has the urge to crawl into a bed to sleep off my emotions.

I take a few more supporting breaths and finally lift my face to look at Butler, sure to put my mask back on firmly, i can't let them see any more weakness than they already have.

Butler's POV

She yanks away from my grasp and looks at me, the expression on her face is heartbreaking. It's confused, it's scared, it's in pain, and it's full of animalistic terror. I only get a glimpse of this though, because she looks down a second later, drying off her cheeks and slowing her breathing.

When she looks back up, her face has once again fallen back into that hateful emotionless guise.

How does she do that?