𝗥𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 +K. Bakugo X Reader+

65. [TW]Sticks in a Nest

A/N: Y'all are quick. Here's a new chapter.

TW BLOOD AND GORE DESCRIBED AND SUICIDAL TENDENCIES PLEASE GO AHEAD AT YOUR OWN RISK

Tw blood and gore described and suicidal tendencies please go ahead at your own risk.

To clarify, even I find this kind of disturbing. There's...some loose limbs(hallucinations.)

Read at your own risk.

There was blood all over the room. You probably have already gone insane. Blood everywhere, just like that room.

An arm holding a teddy bear.

When you saw it at first, you screamed and thrashed around. You were shot with electricity to calm you down. You panicked a lot.

You were trapped in the room with blood everywhere. Unable to do anything else. Anyone who came in was disfigured. Eyes out of sockets. Arms torn off. Jaws unattached.

It was a gruesome scene but you had gotten used to it. Anytime anyone comes in, you stare at their features. How tongues were close to falling off. How their fingers were somehow still functional.

How long had it been? You didn't know. Days merged into weeks. Weeks into months.

"Ah, it's been three months since your confinement. You seem to have progressed a lot in therapy, so the hero commissioner is thinking about allowing you to have visitors. Maybe every two weeks. Hopefully they'll be able to bring you to the good side."

"...the good side? What does it matter anymore? I'm too tired to do anything. I've given up all hope. If I could, I'd kill myself."

"It appears that this confinement may be making you worse. How about you describe to me what is happening?"

"You're dead."

The therapist tilted her head, her eyeball swinging.

"There's blood everywhere. Any person who comes in is dead. I can't stop it. Everytime I close my eyes, there's blood everywhere. I can't look away. I want it to stop."

The therapist pushed up her gold rimmed glasses. "I understand. Lack of sleep. Hallucinations. A white room. This confinement drove you to the edge, hasn't it? Worry not, with sleep and medications, you will be fine."

That was a relief.

"Everyone always pushes trauma away, thinking that it'll go away with time. But, that's never the case. It never goes away. It stays with you and without even knowing, you become the monster that caused your trauma. Not unless you're aware of it and seek for help."

She wrote something down on her clipboard.

"I'm on your side, (Y/n). Whichever side you're on, I'm on. You decide what I am to you. I can be your hero or your end."

A couple of tears dripped down your cheeks. "Thank you. Truly. I...I'm so grateful to have you, therapist."

She smiled. "You're not grateful. You only have one person you can rely on, and that's me. You're desperate for any kind of company. I'll come back tomorrow with your medication. Try to get some sleep."

She packed her bag.

You were almost sad to see her leave. Her eyeball swung around as she packed her things. Her collarbone was swinging, only latched onto her by skin. After she left, you closed your eyes again, only for your heart rate to spike and scream once again.