Escape (Minho x Reader)

Its Tough Out Here For A Pimp

I cannot for the life of me fall asleep.

I have my own room with a comfy bed, plenty of blankets, my own bathroom. Everyone has their own bathroom but still. And I can't. Fall. Asleep.

They have treated me so well. Fed me their food—given me their clothes to sleep in until they can get me new ones—given me a comfort item. Oh yeah, Chris found me a white and brown stuffed dog! Looks exactly like the one I had when I was little.

I've only been here a day and some change and they've already done so much. They're safe. They have no ill intentions. Why can't I just relax?

I had no issue relaxing and trusting the people that got me into this situation. How come I can't trust the people that are keeping me out of it?

I stare at the ceiling, playing with the ears of my stuffie and listening to the sounds around me. The low hum of the air conditioning turning on—the little creaks of their base settling on its foundation—the occasional cough coming from the boy's rooms.

All normal things I haven't heard nor been given the chance to appreciate in a very long time.

Still not getting any closer to rest I resort to racking my brain for the lullaby my parents used to sing to me and later my brother.

You Are My Sunshine

I get to where he would always do some silly things with his voice to make me laugh, and stop abruptly. Is someone in the hallway?

I swear I just heard someone singing with me.

My door is cracked just enough to be able to see if someone is outside of it or not. I stare through the space, not blinking so I don't miss anything.

Nothing is there.

There's no movement, no breathing, no cracking of joints.

Maybe the AC made a weird noise?

I push away the weird feeling that someone is still outside of my door and I close my eyes. Struggling to stay awake I finish the song by humming the notes. By the time I'm done I have drifted off. Fatigue taking over me completely.

*Time Skip*

I roll over and bury my face in my pillow. My body has woken me up but I so desperately want to sleep more.

Instead of knocking out and staying out like I hoped would happen, I woke up in a cold sweat about 5 times throughout the night. Each time taking longer for me to fall back asleep than the last.

When I made the decision to escape no matter what it took I knew I would probably be incredibly injured while doing it.

What I didn't think about was the mental injuries.

Each time I woke up it was from a flashback in the form of a nightmare twisted ever so slightly that it wasn't completely accurate but saving just enough truth that it was clear where it was coming from.

And they only got more gruesome and detailed as the night went on.

I lay here now, fighting to succumb to my need for rest and failing miserably.

There's a soft knock and a creak of the door cracking open a little.

"Y/N? You awake?"