Guiltless insanity

Chapter 5: Brahms..?

3RD PERSON POV

Soon enough, after dealing with the incident with Billy, they ate the meal they carefully prepared together, doing the usual thing, except for the fact that Billy ate with her this time instead of taking it up to the attic when she wasn't aware of his presence. They finished their meal in peace, she then placed Brahms's plate in the fridge, as she usually did, then, Billy stood up, as did she, she then picked up the doll.

Billy occasionally glanced at where Brahms was in the walls, yet she didn't take notice of that, simply shrugging it off as Billy simply thinking about something he didn't want to say. She then spoke so Brahms could hear her.
'So, you ready to listen to some music?'
She and Billy then heard two knocks on the inside of the walls, an indicator from Brahms, meaning that he would indeed like to listen to some music now.

She then decided to test something, to see if Billy would tell her about Brahms as she and him headed upstairs into her room.
"So, Billy, is there a ghost in these walls or something? Is Brahms a ghost?"
Billy's eyes widened for a second at her question, looking at her.
"Yes...yes he is."
Billy spoke hesitantly, looking deep into her eyes as he spoke, knowing that Brahms wouldn't want to be discovered so soon by her.

Unlike Billy, Brahms wanted time to see if he'd truly, truly trust her, so far, it was good, but Brahms didn't know if he'd show himself just yet, wanting to see if she'd stay true to her current intentions and stay with them, taking care of them in the process. So for that reason, Billy decided to respect Brahms's wishes to stay hidden in the walls for now. Little did Billy know, Brahms was about to reveal himself by accident tonight...

Since Billy wouldn't tell her, even if she already knew Brahms was in the walls, she decided to just act like she believed him when she asked if Brahms was a ghost, feigning innocence.
"Oh, I see, I never thought ghosts were real."
She spoke with a tone full of false curiosity, but luckily, Billy believed it, Brahms himself in the walls struggled to believe it but decided to stop being paranoid since he hadn't revealed himself yet. She had no way of knowing, technically.

Billy soon spoke again, making conversation with her as they headed up to her room in order to listen to music with Brahms.
"Yeah, I suppose you never know until you experience it, (Y/N)..."
His tone was still slightly hesitant, but it contained more confidence as he believed that she thought his words were true.

She simply smiled at him, a passable disguise to hide the utter turmoil her mind was under. She was terrified but so, so excited and happy to meet him and hang out with him. Yet she knew the pure extent of the amount of damage he could do to her with a simple change of his attitude. Oh, why did she have to wish to be here?

She was also beginning to wonder, she hadn't met Brahms yet, she wondered if he was even real in this universe, she wondered if she was even alive, she remembered dying so realistically, the thought was driving her insane. She wondered if she had ever really seen the figure, if this was all real. She wondered if she was wrong about Brahms existing. What if he really was a Ghost? What if Billy was right? She had no way to know, this wasn't her world, after all. She was dead in her world.

Those thoughts terrified her, it scared her so, so much that there was a possibility she wasn't even real. Deep down, she knew it was all real, she knew Brahms was in the walls, she knew that her mind wasn't making anything up. But then again, the other side of her kept making inquiries, kept questioning everything like a police officer would interrogate a suspect. These thoughts were stuck in her mind like a broken record, constantly repeating, never ending, except that these had no way of stopping their reign over her mind.

She was trapped. A prisoner in her own mind. Trapped by the madness of this twisted, romantic, macabre world. She could hardly differentiate between real and fake anymore, all because she felt so threatened at all times, her mind kept mixing them up over and over again. Still, she hid it under a smile, soon speaking.
"I guess you're right Billy, let's head to my room then."