Duality (slashers x reader)

11. Wait and Bleed

How am I meant to find anything on this when I don't even know what this is?

I dragged my hands down my face and held my breath as a scream of frustration threatened to escape. The library smelt old and musty and a headache was starting to form in my temples. How could I do any research on these dreams when I wasn't even sure if they were dreams? Hallucinations maybe? Self-insert delusions?

'Hey Y/N! Guess who's- whoah. Are you okay?' Dropping my hands down, I was met with my (apparently) boyfriend, bag slung over one shoulder and arms reaching out to me. His brows were furrowed leaving two little indents above his nose. I was still yet to find out his name, afraid of scaring Sarah anymore if I asked her. I was just praying someone would speak to him in front of me, and actually use his first name. I'd discovered his surname was Duke when he was called on in world history, but that was all. I'd just avoided referring to him altogether.

'Oh, hi. I'm f-fine, just tired is all.' I forced a small chuckle, but that didn't convince him. He pulled me into a hug, holding my head against his chest as his arms wrapped around me. I had to admit, it was nice. Very comforting. He let me go and gently pulled me to a spare table behind a bookshelf, sitting across from me and studying me with his big, dark brown eyes. They were darker than Sarah's, so dark they were almost as black as his pupils.

'Listen, I understand you're probably not feeling good right now, but that party at my place is still on tonight if you want to go. There won't be too many people, just a small gathering. We'll probably put on a movie, piss around a bit, and then it will be over. I'd really love for you to come. It might take your mind off things. What do you say?' He held my hands in his and waited patiently for my response.

'I don't know. I'm just... sick of everyone staring at me all the time, like some zoo animal.'

'There won't be a lot of people there, I promise.'

'Okay. Can I bring Sarah though?'

'Yeah, of course. Be there at 7 okay?' He stood up, walked around the table to me, and kissed me. We both melted and I felt his hands cradle the back of my head. He pulled away, grabbed his bag, and smiled as he left.

A smile crept onto my face and I felt my cheeks burn. I didn't get why Sarah didn't like him. He seemed so sweet and kind. If only I knew his fucking name.

I searched through the psychology section of the library, looking for any books with the word 'dream' in the title, since that was the best I could do to explain these experiences. The library was empty now except for me and the librarian. She never looked up from her computer and no sound could be heard except the faint clacking of the keys as she typed.

5 minutes passed. I'd garnered a collection of 6 books about dreams and sleep, and I balanced them on my arm as I walked down each aisle. I glanced back to the librarian and found her desk empty. She must have gone to get coffee.

All of a sudden, I was clouded in darkness and I dropped the books out of surprise. 

'Shit.' I murmured under my breath. I bent down to pick up the books but stopped as a noise sounded. Heavy footsteps. Much too heavy to be the librarian. Slowly, I stood up, using the bookshelves as support, and waited for my eyes to adjust. I faintly saw the aisle I was in, and the empty desk at the opposite side of the room.

I was about to slowly tread over the books and make my way to the door when a sight caused me to freeze. A dark silhouette passed by my aisle, a long flowing robe billowing behind it, and a shiny knife glinting in its hand. My hands started shaking and I flinched at each footstep. My chest was heaving and I fought to control my breathing as it became more and more ragged and panicked.