The Tracks ♡ ... (Glitchtrap/WA's Soul x Reader) ... (On Hold)

Drawn To The Bitter

You got back to your house after a while.

Your thighs stung, and your calves burnt, but you'd be fine.

What the hell was that?

You caught up with your breathing, and you rested your eyes as your back was kept pressed against the door.

"Y/n?" Your eyes shoot open, and your head lifts. It was your mom. "Y/n! Are you okay? You were out in that storm for hours." You nodded.

Soon, your dad came out of the room as well.

He had the same reaction as your mother when he first saw you.

"Why did you leave the house?" Your dad questioned. You didn't want to be a burden, so you only shrugged. "I was bored," You looked away. "Thought it'd be fun."

Your eyes went back to look at your parents after you finished speaking.
Your mom had a hand against her face, and your father had his arms crossed as he shook his head.

"Fun?" Your mother rhetorically asked.
"You could've died!" You just shrugged in response.

She muttered something under her breath. "Don't do it again." You nodded, already knowing that you were going to break that promise.

.

You laid in your bed, longingly staring up at the empty ceiling.

You wanted to go out on a walk again. It was a calming journey, and it helped your mood at the time. Though distractions from the truth were always bound to feel nice.

Your parents hadn't argued since you'd left the first time, so for a few days. Guess they knew why you had actually left. Wish it didn't take you running away for them to quit arguing every second of every day because of the same bullshit problem.

You had a large window in your room, which was looking really temping at the moment. Though you didn't know if your parents would realize if you left.

Guess you'd have to find out when you got back.

You pulled yourself up from your constricting small bed and hopped off. Stepping up to the window, you planted your hands on the windowsill for a moment of consideration.

Were you being a burden?

Hell, were you being an attention seeker?

Maybe. Would your parents really worry?

Probably not.

Preferably, they wouldn't find out at all.

You slid your hands beneath it and lifted the window. To get out, you had to plant your hands on the sill again and push a leg up to be level with them. From there, you pushed it over the edge and then slid out.

.

You'd have to walk a while from where you are to get back to that road. You didn't mind, though.

Walks were calming, and a long one was always better.

The weather this time around is still very cold and wet, but less so.

It felt soothing when it settled into your skin. This weather was always nice feeling. Calming, too. Something about the rain always brought you back down to Earth.

It had been around 25-30 minutes since you had started walking, and the temperature was going down. Bit by bit.

The weather was a huge motivator for you to keep walking. You'd always wanted to do stuff like this when you were younger, but your parents never allowed it.