marilyn thornhill x fem reader

bear witness

Sunday, you wake up feeling so weird.

Even Yoko notices, who frowns from her bed in worry and barely even sees your body fly past as you almost trip in your haste to the bathroom.

Oh fuck, you think, almost passing out as you slam the door behind you and lean against it.

Beads of sweat prickle your forehead, and your chest labours with tired, panting breaths as you try and cool your temperature by darting to the sink, splashing your face with water. You drench your sleep shirt and some of the ends of your shorts, but you don't care, it hurts.

You groan, wincing when a twisting painful ache pierces your chest and stomach. You clutch at the area, knees buckling. This doesn't feel like being sick, and you sink to the cool floor with your head in-between your knees to quell the nausea. You whimper, trying not to cry.

Then a sharp knock hits the bathroom door, making you flinch in fright.

"Hey," You hear Yoko's worried yet gentle voice come from the other side. "You okay?"

The vampire's concern makes you smile tiredly, croaking out through the pain. "I'm...I'm okay! Just woke up with really bad cramps."

What the hell? You think, frowning and clearing your throat. You sound different. You don't sound like you. You shake it away, focusing on the pain that shoves you down.

What you said isn't a lie, and you sigh in relief when the other girl answers back. 

"Damn, that sucks. You must be getting a cold, you sound really nasally. Let me know if you need anything?"

"Sure," You say, calling out just before you hear her leave. "Actually, um..." You don't know how to word this, biting your bottom lip in worry. "Could you please pass me my medication from the bed side table?" You ask timidly.

You hear silence for a moment, then Yoko's footsteps start back up again.

"The vial thingy?" The other girl calls out from behind the door, and you sigh in relief. Fuck, you hope it does something to make this feeling go away.

"Yeah! Just...just leave it there," You say, screwing your eyes shut and stomping down the painful whine that hits you. Why is your voice so high?? "I-I'll be out in a minute!"

You hear Yoko leave, and after you hear your dorm door close, you scramble up immediately and crawl to the bathroom door. Flinging it open, you grab the vial and unscrew it. You have only one more day of dosage, so the glass capsule is almost empty, yet in a moment of wild indecision you think fuck it and raise the rest of the bottle to your lips.

Tipping your head back, you down the rest of Marilyn's remedy and screw your eyes shut at the taste, coughing and wincing as it burns more so than usual.

But...oh, thank god, almost instantly the burning in your stomach and chest ceases. You collapse against the sink again in relief, closing your eyes and pressing your hand to your forehead.

Standing up, you go to wash your hands and take a sip of tap water to get rid of the taste. You catch your reflection in the mirror, then-

You scream, reeling back and slamming against the opposite wall as your eyes widen.

That's not you.

That is not you staring back at you. What the fuck?

You raise a wary hand to your face, frowning and squishing your cheek and running your fingers through your hair. The reflection doesn't change back to what you normally see, because this is you.