Play With Me (Rosinantexreader)

10

The building before you was huge or maybe it just seemed huge because you were small. You were dressed in a long sleeved jumper, a plaid skirt that went to your knees, and Mary Jane shoes. You couldn't tell the colour of anything as it looked like you were in a black and white movie.

Taking a closer look at the building before you noticed it looked like an old school building. It was one story, with wood siding, few windows, and a bell tower at the back of it. You went to take a closer look at it, but found your legs felt cemented in place.

The bell let out a loud chime, the front doors of the school opened and dozens of children came rushing out.

"Look it's the loser!" A kid shouted and suddenly you were surrounded by a group of children. A dark shadow seemed to cover all of their faces as they looked over you. You suddenly felt very frightened, but your legs wouldn't budge from their spot, you couldn't run away.

"Aw, look she's scared."

"Why don't you just walk away, loser?"

"Walk!"

"Walk!"

The kids began to chant, but no matter how much you tried your legs wouldn't move. You were pushed from behind, you fell to your knees, you still couldn't gather strength in your legs to stand.

"Stop it." You mumbled out, but your voice didn't sound like your own.

"I think the cripple said something."

Crippled?

"I think she wants to go for a walk." One of the kids snickered.

All of a sudden you were in a wheelchair, the wheels whipping against the dirt packed ground as one of the kids held onto the handles pushing you around like crazy.

"S-Stop it." You cried out, your hands clamping down onto the arm wrests of the wheel chair. The kid pushing you just laughed before letting go of the handles, your wheelchair didn't stop though. The momentum carried you forward, you jerked side to side in the seat, your eyes opened wide as you noticed the dip in the ground before you. Your wheelchair tipped forward throwing you out of the seat, you wrapped your hands around your head bracing for impact.

"Penelope!"

You shot up in bed, sweat covering your forehead, your chest rising rapidaly as you tried to calm your breathing. You stiffened up when you heard weeping coming from the other side of your room. You shakily reached a hand over to Rosinante, nudging his shoulder to wake him.

"Why won't anyone play with me?"

The voice wept. You kept your eyes trained on the corner of your room as you continued to shake Rosinante's shoulder. You watched as a small shadowy manifested against the wall, it stayed still for a second before a bruised grey arm rised out of the shadow.

"Rosi." You practically shrieked as you shoved your boyfriend harder.

"Hmm, what?" Rosinante jolted awake.

"It's..." You had blinked and the shadow and the arm coming out of the shadow were gone. "It's gone."

"What's gone? Are you okay?" Rosinante sat up, his arm going around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

"It was an awful nightmare." You proceeded to tell Rosinante about your dream, which felt more like a memory now, and the shadow you saw once you woke up. "I think Penelope used to be real living person. Those other kids were so mean to her."

"That's terrible. We'll figure this whole mess out soon." Rosinante rubbed calming circles on your lower back. He turned the lamp on while you were telling your story to keep the room well lit and ease your nerves.