He'll Regret It | Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x Female MC

15

I felt myself being pelted by raindrops. One here, another there. I opened my eyes and found I was back in the Hogsmeade graveyard. The same people from earlier were there, gathered at the same gravestones. A small group was gathered at another headstone. I could hear a girl crying and some heavy sniffling and a faint red glow was in front of him.

"Ominis?" I walked over to see who he was visiting and saw that the small group was Natty, Poppy, Ominis, and Sebastian.

They ignored me as I approached. I waved my hand and still nothing, so I got closer to them. Natty and Poppy were crying, and Ominis was sniffling with one arm around Poppy as she started to sob. Sebastian's eyes were bloodshot. Had he been crying, too?

Who were they so sad about? I turned to read the headstone.

In Loving Memory of Y/N
15 August 1874
26 May 1891
We shall find you in the spring garden amid the rain-wet roses,
and in the summer among the warm sunbeams.
We shall find you in the wind of fall,
and in every snowflake of winter.
Taken from us far too soon.
Gone, but never forgotten.

I looked at my own gravestone in shock, too caught up in my own emotions to notice that the crying and sniffling around me had faded. I felt the weight of a hand on my shoulder and turned, hoping that one of my friends had finally been able to see me.

As I turned I was slammed back into the stone by my throat. I gasped for air as I kicked at who was attacking me, but they only laughed.

"This is your fate, Y/N. Watch as your friends forget about you." A wicked smile spread across their face as they turned my head to watch my friends leave one by one.

Natty. Poppy. Ominis. Sebastian. He stayed longer than the rest, but eventually there was no one. The seasons rapidly changed around me, but still no one came.

I continued kicking and clawing at the man as I gasped for air, but his grasp only got tighter.

"Soon this won't just be a dream." He smiled and leaned in close to me. He smelled so rotten I started to gag.

The world started to get dark as he gave my throat one last strong squeeze.

I gasped for air as I reached for my throat, kicking in my bed. It felt like the hand was still on my throat as I clawed at my own skin trying to get it off.

I don't know how much time passed as I laid in bed like that. It felt like hours, but it couldn't have been as the sun in the window hardly changed.

Once the pressure on my neck started to dissipate I started to take in deep breaths. I laid in bed a while longer to catch my breath as I started to sob.

I wasn't afraid of death. No. When death came for me I wouldn't make it easy. When the day came as long as I died fighting I would be entirely okay with it.

But seeing my friends..my family..gathered like that. Heartbroken shells of themselves. That was what was upsetting me now.

After what was definitely hours I finally managed to get out of bed. I headed to the bathroom only to be horrified by my reflection. My eyes were red and puffy. My throat was ripped open, bleeding as bruises overtook my skin. I looked away from the sight and started the shower.

I stripped down and got in once the water was barely warm enough, I didn't want to wait anymore, and sat in the bathtub holding my knees to my chest, crying again.

I don't know how long I sat like that until I heard the door to the bathroom open. I didn't move.

"Y/N?" Sebastian's voice filled the room.