A broken kingdom

chapter 14.

"N/N!" Sam exclaims. 

I turn around to glance out my windows, yup it is still 10 am, why are they this happy.

"Sam, I love you, I really do, but...it is ten in the morning what do you want?" I question, slightly irritated. 

"Well we knew you probably needed on outfit for tomorrow." Sam explains, looking down slightly remembering this isn't going to be the best occasion to dress up for. 

I huff and then nod as I take my hand off the door and walk into my room leaving the door open for them. I plop down onto my bed which wasn't made yet. I see out of the corner of my eye the four men talking in a circle by my couch and chair. Techno looks up from their little circle meeting and looks at me, we make eye contact but I quickly look away. I don't want to do this today, I just want to be alone. 

I feel someone sit next to me and a sigh escape their mouth. 

"Hey muffin. I know this isn't the best time for all of us to come, and we can leave if you want, but we just wanted to try and make you feel a bit better." I look up and Bad is smiling sweetly, with his basket in hand. I mutter, 'it's fine' under my breath. Bad nods and hands me a piece of bread.

"Here, it's from Niki, baked this morning. I brought some stuff to clear up the rest of your burn and heal it." I nod and nibble on the bread, I was hungry, but I didn't want to eat. 

Bad lifts up my shirt sleeve and starts to unwrap the gauze. I glance over and see the raw red skin on my shoulder. It was halfway healed. Bad grabs a pink liquid and looks to me, "It's going to burn a bit." I nod. Bad puts it on my shoulder and it sizzles for a few seconds. It burns, it really does, but I don't feel pain much anymore, I'm so use to it. The skin heals over in a matter of seconds and big burn marks are left covering my shoulder. Whatever pink stuff that was was incredible. Bad pats my back and gets up with a smile. 

I'm left staring at my shoulder at the red and white burn scars that litter it. It looks cool but knowing where it's from takes that all away. 

"Okay y/n! We should get going on your outfit. This is Eret and he is a dress maker from the village, he made your last dress!" Sam says smiling, gesturing towards Eret who is smiling and doing a little awkward wave. I wave back and push my hair behind my ear feeling how messy and tangled it was. 

"Hi, so I brought a dress for you and then I'll do alterations on it as needed!" Eret says in a far deeper voice then I thought, but it was soothing. He walked over and handed me the bag which I assume has the dress in it. 

I grabbed it carefully and stared at it for a few seconds before nodding and walking to the bathroom. 

I closed the door and turned to face the mirror. I stared at myself taking in every detail. My eyes droopy, red, and glossy. The deep brown bags under my eyes making me cringe. Why am I sad? Because of being hidden? Dream yelling at me? Mom dying? Why? I shouldn't be sad, it's fine, everything is fine....everything is fine. I look down at the dress bag I clutch in my shaky arms, I'll be in this dress for a funeral..my mom's funeral. 

I can't do this anymore.

Tears prick at my eyes, I don't want to cry, I can't. My legs start to shake and my knees give out. I fall to the cold marble floor. Pain shoots through my knees at the impact. The dress bag is sitting on my legs as I clutch it with all my strength. Silent sobs escape my lips. I can't breath, I cough in a desperate attempt but air won't get into my lungs. I hiccup and sob with quick breaths trying to get all the air I can get into my lungs. 

(Me watching a happy philza qsmp vod and then writing this)

*knock knock*

"Y/n are you okay? Does the dress fit?" I hear Bad ask from behind the door.