No More Tears (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

Act 2 - Chapter 19 - Trauma

Musty smoke filled the boy's lungs as he sat on the ground of a destroyed building, dark grey covering his features, eyes staring towards the bleak obsidian sky. Beads of tears appeared at the corner of his eyes, flooding down his face and pooling upon the ground, staining into a murky colour.

The last thing the boy had remembered was sitting at the dining table of his mother's small two-story house, running his fingers over the smooth wooden furniture whilst waiting for dinner to be served.

Taking care of a child by oneself was a heavy burden for his only parent to carry, although it seemed as it hadn't effected her even in the slightest as the boy could recall the amount of times he'd seen her cry upon one hand.

Many a time his eyes would glaze recalling his fathers actions, discovered through cupping his hand against a sealed wooden door, attempting to make out certain words as his only kin burst out into tears whilst speaking over the phone to god-knows who.

However after learning about what had occurred, he no longer felt a yearning for a father for the emotion had been replaced with pure digust.

If he was that kind of person, surely having him here would bring only harm to mum.

His father was supposedly infertile, so when they had found out that the mother had become pregnant, he was elated.

That was until the birth of the child, dark black hair and two bright green orbs equipped with a large smile drawn upon his small face. Both of his parents had blond hair, his father had grey eyes whilst his mother had hazelnut orbs.

Outraged, the older man whipped his eyes over to his supposed spouse, who was lying on a hospital bed, unable to move much. A torrent of screaming ensued, the mother in a frenzy, tears pouring from her eyes, attempting to explain what happened.

A group of large men who wore strange purple badges coercing a middle-aged woman into a alleyway, gun to her hip, what else could she do but comply? Firm, worn, fingers gripped their blond hair as grey orbs disdainfully glared at the woman. He didn't believe a word.

Thus, Lucas had been taken care of by her mother for the seven years that he'd been alive. The savoury smell of meat wafting from the kitchen making him grip the wooden table in hunger. Then the happiness in his life disappeared. A blinding light emitted from several walls close to the kitchen, fragments of concrete being shot out everywhere, a pain-filled scream erupting from a feminine voice.

Walls weakening, the house started to crumble inwards, two more bright orange blasts followed, accelerating the process. And then there was nothing.

Taking in a large smoke-filled breath, the small child began to erupt into a fit of coughs as he was  reawakened from his short, enforced slumber. Where was he again? What where those bright flashes?

Turning his head around to survey his surroundings the boy didn't understand where he was. Nevertheless, finding his mother was his top priority, the person who'd raised him. A series of small grunts caught the small boy's attention, a head popping out of a tower of rubble.

Long brown hair covered in a frightening substance, followed by a voice which beseeched to those near it, interrupted by a few rudimentary grunts of pain, were audible. Perhaps they'd be screams if they could have afforded it. Crawling over to the sounds emitted, the small boy found someone. His mother. But she'd yet to realise who'd found her, or rather it was because she had lost her vision, a few fragments embedded in her orbs.

A few quiet pleas filled Lucas's ears, "Kill me, kill me." was the most common of her requests. If it where possible for more tears to leave the boy's already swollen eyes, then they would have come out.