The Broken Thread (Tko x Male reader)

Chapter 18

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(y/n) pov)

I couldn’t sleep after that day, the thought of Mother's face at that moment haunted me. It's all I could think about.

The lights flickering, Mother’s cold dead stare, everything about that day made it harder for me to fall asleep.

Staring at the blank gray concrete ceiling the faint humming of the AC filled the room with its faint sound.

Whenever I closed my eyes I couldn't think of anything but her terrifying expression. Remembering the color draining from my face as she snatched the binder from my hand.

Realizing I couldn't sleep, I glanced at the alarm clock beside me sitting on a cardboard box, the bright red light reading 3:01 a.m.

Great, I'm awake at the witching hour fantastic. I pulled out my phone from the side of my bag beside the mattress, scrolling through the memories of photos.

The photos of me and my friends having fun reminded me of the simpler times before things got so complicated.

Back in Heltra, the thing that was most on my mind back then was thinking about what episode of Nightslayer would come on TV for that week.

What went wrong? What led my life to living in the basement of a haunted house with a stoner?

Back when I had control of my powers. Maybe… maybe I can accomplish that strength again. So the scars won't hold me back as badly as they do. Then perhaps I wouldn't be so weak.

With a sign, I stood up and walked upstairs to the dark hallway in front of me. The smell of weed hitting my nostrils with its potent scent.

Using my phone’s flashlight as a guide through the narrow hallway toward the bathroom at the end of the hall, using my shirt as a gas mask.

The only type of weed Raven ever smokes is the hard stuff, the kind of weed that’d knock you out with one hit.

I gently kicked the door open with my foot walking inside and shutting it with my hand. I flicked on the light next to the door. It was small and dingy.

One of those bathrooms you'd find in an old motel room in a horror movie where women get stabbed.

I walked up to the mirror staring at myself for a while.

I could fix the cracks, fix myself. I'll be able to use my powers without bleeding.

I looked down at my arms, the cracks got worse. Looking like a broken vase that got put back together with super glue.

With a deep breath, I placed my hand on my arm using my magic on my arm to try to heal the cracks.

A pain rushed through my arm. The pain was unbearable like electricity was running through my body and hitting every single scar on my arm.

I immediately pulled my arm away before realizing what I had done. My arm dripped blood, rushing out like a stab wound.

Blood flowed over my arms landing on the floor, like a small waterfall. Droplets turned to a small puddle of my blood.

“shit,” I said, quickly turning on the water to wash off the blood.

“Need some help?”

My head perked up to Raven in the mirror’s reflection. She looked like a homeless woman, with tangled hair, a stained gray tank top, and a pair of shorts too big for her, along with the bags under her eyes.

“O-oh uh yeah thanks,” I replied.

Raven pulled out the med kit from behind her back. Did she expect this to happen?