Sands Of Time || Dream W.T.

Chapter 9

'Used'

I clicked my tongue frustratedly. It's spreading faster than I anticipated. I needed to get things done fast.

I have two more gifts to give, and I don't even know where the fuck Techno is. I searched through my pockets, my fingers meeting with the hair tie.

I pulled it out, now only having a good look at it. Tsk, how come Techno gets the cool looking gift?

It's just a purple hair tie, with amethyst crystals around the ridges. Such a simple gift but yet it was better than what I got, which was a stupid rusty coin.

XD basically gave us some things as power holders, which reminded the author so much of Miraculous ladybug also "this is not based off of it, I swear to god." They said.

A paperclip for Karl and a ring for Dream. Shows the favouritism well.

"You're back." I stepped away from the obsidian platform, finding myself in his cell... Again. It had only been a few hours since I last visited him and I could already see bruises forming around his exposed skin, some wounds and even cuts.

My bitterness sank, replaced by a sad frown upon looking at his bleeding face. I walked towards him, cupping an uninjured side of his face into my hands.

"What happened." It was a demand, not a question. I felt something deep in my guts fill with anger, not for him but for the person who did this. I wasn't gone for too long and Dream's already getting jumped.

I hated the fact I have no way of knowing what happened to him when I was gone, I hated being away from him, I hated seeing him like this, I hated not knowing who did this to him, but I fucking love how much anger I'm penting up to give a damn good revenge.

"Who did this to you." They weren't burns, which only meant that someone did this, it couldn't have been him since he didn't have any blades to cause cuts, but if he did, I highly doubt he'll do this to himself.

"Nothing happened and there's no who." His stern reply made my blood boil. I clicked my tongue and scanned his face, gripping his jaw tightly as I looked up at him.

A cut in his bottom lip, a broken, bleeding nose, a black eye and a more cuts throughout his cheeks.

"It doesn't look like nothing to me, Dream." I replied back, matching his stern tone to which he just scoffed to.

"I said it's nothing, just drop it." I didn't appreciate that and crossed my arms. I turned around to face the curtain of lava now trapping me into the cell with him.

"Well, if you're not going to talk, I'll wait until that no one and nothing comes back and do this again." I huffed, stubbornly sitting close to where the lava is, too close.

"Fine. Okay, it's not nothing." I heard a defeated sigh, followed by a large hand pulling me up, away from the lava. Dream turned me around, and I only glared at him.

"I know that. Now tell me who I should behead." That phrase was just a threat... Okay, half meant, Well mostly meant... fine, Meant.

"It's Quakity. He's been going in and out of the prison to torture me into giving him the revival book. He wants to revive Schlatt." He almost rejected to say anything but I was able to urge him with a simple sharp glare.

"Oh that son of a bit-" Before I could move, he took my arm and held it tightly. "You really want to help me?" My mood dropped at the realization.

"Get me out, and I'll avenge for myself." I pulled my arm roughly out of his death grip.

The way he tries to persuade me into letting him out made me feel used. Is this the only reason why he revived me? Is this the only thing keeping him on my side? Because I'm able to get him out?

My expression dulled. Fine.

"You can get out yourself." I spoke coldly. Reaching into my pocket to drop the ring XD gave onto the cold obsidian floor. That's the only thing keeping him attached to me anyways.

Better to just get rid of it instead of aimlessly trying to repair something that'll never be the same.

I teleported out of his cell once I saw him looking away to pick up the ring and sighed out to the forest just outside of Pandora's Vault.

Why does this need to be complicated? Just get him out of your fucking head, Y/n.

"Relax..."

"Think about me, that's always fun."

"You're interesting..."

"IT'S BEEN 8 YEARS!" I cried out in frustration, my fist making contact with a nearby tree trunk, leaving it with a large obvious dent.

"Oh come on now, sweetheart..."

"We both know you have me wrapped around your finger..."

"I think I'm gonna kiss you..."

SHUT UP! STOP!

"You did me good..."

"You're amazing."

I covered my face in defeat, sobbing into my hands. Why won't this feeling disappear? He's made it clear he only wanted to use me. He made it clear he only needed me. So why am I making this so difficult for myself?

Why do I miss him so much?

After all this time, he still makes me feel the same.

Why can't I just grow out of him?

Why is he so god damn irresistible?

Why do I still fucking love him?

I hugged my knees close, letting my emotions out. After years, J finally see him, not through memory, not through time traveling and all he ever said to me is get him out.

But yet I still want to be around him?

Why?