A Gem's Investment (JadeXFemReader)

Prologue

[Y/n's PoV]

Rainstorm had just unleashed its wrath. Water drops hammered on my face, drenching me so thoroughly it made me doubt whether the air even remained between the drops. My shoes, socks, trousers- hell, my whole body was wet to the bone so much to the point I began to wonder if the rain was seeping through my skin.

In this storm, anything and everything was made loud- the thunder and roaring wind, the splashing drops, the droplets hitting foliage and the ground... everything.

My breaths came in short, quick gasps as I struggled to suck in air. My soaked clothes pressed down on my body, the cold, wet fabric feeling like a dead weight. Each gust felt like a whip lashing at my body, sending tremors through me violently.

Red.

Everywhere it was the color red.

It dripped down my soaked hair and body, staining my skin and clothing. I was sure that without this downpour, the smell of copper in the air would be choking. But even now, it was there, thick, metallic and sickening. My head throbbed, pain blooming and intensifying with every passing second.

Even as my body shivered and trembled on the ground, even as pain flashed through my limbs like bolts of lightning, I fully remember how I ended up so bloody, with a headache that was slowly turning into delirium.

The rain continued to fall in torrents like an endless curtain across my vision. It drenched the two bodies lying on the ground just as it drenched me, the water washing away the copious amounts of blood that were staining their skin and the dirt surrounding them.

However there was a strange sense of detachment, despite me, holding a knife on a bloody and chaotic crime scene, with corpses. The knife- was still warm from my use, but soon enough it too would grow cold and heavy from the rainwater.

These two individuals are... my parents.

Perhaps I should feel something. Grief? Loss? Dread?

But I felt nothing.

Even the pain from the headache was now just a pulsing throb in the back of my mind, like an insect buzzing on my ear, slightly annoying but ignorable.

My parents' faces were a blank slate to me like looking at a screen of static- as though I was looking at complete strangers, with no connection to me... which was true, after all.

They deserved it... They... deserve to die...

Just the day before we had dinner together, they had asked me about where I was- as if they actually cared about what I had to say.

They were my parents. For the first time, I wondered what that meant.

Was it a feeling of obligation towards them, despite what they had done? A sense of disgust that we are related by blood? No.

There was nothing. Just emptiness.

Life is inherently meaningless and full of suffering.

My parents didn't care about who I was, so why did it matter that I was their blood daughter?

It didn't matter to them. It shouldn't matter to me, right?

My fingers tightened around the handle of the knife, its sharp surface digging into the palm of my hand. A slight pain, but not enough to distract me from the thoughts swirling around in my head. They 'are' my parents. I have to care. But I don't. Why..?

I should have been mourning for them. I should have been bawling my eyes out, sobbing and weeping at the loss of my family, but I didn't.

There was no sadness. No shock. No fear. Was there something wrong with me?