[Denial] JTK X READER

{Chapter 1}

                            3rd POV

The blonde haired female stirred her cup of tea at her dining table. The news in the background, disclosing the weather for the day.

With a sigh, the woman retreats to her living room, as she cuddles up on her sofa. The hot tea steaming in her hands, sends a wave of warmth through her body. The 19 year old turns to look at the time before sinking back into the comfort of her throw.

"ATTENTION NEWS BROADCASTING SYSTEMS-" The news cast interrupts the weather.

A woman with dark Auburn Hair and dark green eyes appears on the screen.
"We have just been informed of a possible homicide that occurred late last night. Authorities have said that the body appears to have been stabbed to death, while the victims face has been carved up into a smile. The notorious, "GO TO SLEEP" has been painted in the victims blood on the wall as well. Please be aware of your surroundings and lo-"

The blonde sighs, before turning the news channel to something different.

'I don't even want to know-' the young woman shakes her head. She turns the tv onto a random channel before getting up.

'I'm sure it's nothing, I don't need to think about anything like that anymore.' She shakes her head.

Deciding to clear her mind, a café seems to peak her interest.

Y/N
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That tea was nice don't get me wrong, but sulking in my house today is NOT going to help. I need to run by the pharmacy anyways, so I might as well do some shopping, there's nothing wrong with spoiling yourself, especially when the government pays you to just stay out of their lives.

The nice cool breeze hits my face as I step out of my home. The pharmacy is only a 10 min walk, so driving shouldn't be necessary. I live in town, I don't need to drive for much of anything really. The nice reminder of fall continues to bring a soft stature to my face. I continue to walk in and out, quickly grabbing my medicine before getting out of that horrible place.

Olanzapine.

They diagnosed me with BPD not too long into my teens. They tried Ativan, but shortly after I was diagnosed with moderate psychosis, So they made me switch. At first, it was hard to actually think that I might have had it, but after numerous therapist and psychiatrist telling me I did, I gave up trying to deny something I inevitably knew was true.

Do I take my medication as much as I'm supposed to?
- Absolutely not.
But do I lie so they will believe me?
-every time.

Shaking my head from any of those thoughts, I quickly focus on the café in front of me. The smell of coffee and pastries hits my nostrils the second I open the door. The refreshing scent dissipates the mood I had currently been in as I continue in.

As I'm passing tables, a wave of familiarity hits me after passing by a table of three.
Two men sat one side of the booth, and the other man in the corner. The two that sat together, didn't ring a bell. But the boy across from them?
Looked exactly like my Fucking Brother.

'No, no way.' I shook my head. After being seated perpendicular to them. The waiter allows me to look through the menu and takes my order. I always get the same thing.

Waffles that could easily give you a cavity, with a chai tea frappé on the side.

Waffles used to be our favorite food to eat together when we were younger, and now I miss fighting over the frozen eggos in the freezer with him.
We might have been 5 years apart, but we acted so alike.

Makes me miss it.

The Order is sat in front of me while I focus on the small tv in the corner while I enjoy my food.

"NEWS. New details have been released on another murder.. please-"

"Great another fucking one."
I mumbled to myself. I didn't think that I said it loud, but the couple of looks I got said otherwise. Sinking my head down slightly to draw attention off of me, I continued to engage in my meal.

Once I paid for my meal, and tipped my waiter, I turned to leave when I bump into someone In front of me.

I slipped from underneath my feet and hit the ground with a thud. The man turns to look at me, and I realize it's one of the men from earlier. This one has a yellow jacket, and brown features to him.

"I am so sorry I did NOT mean to bump into you like that I sw-"

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I looked at him confused.

"Your hand, it's bleeding. It looks like a pretty decent gash, do you need help?"

I look down at my left hand, to see that it does indeed have a deep cut on the top, probably from the corner of a table.
I look up at him with a nervous laugh.

"Uh, yeah it's fine. I can deal with it. Didn't even realize it was there." He lends me a hand and before I can correct myself, I use my left to grab his and pull myself up.

"Oh shit-" I start,
"I am so sorry about that, I didn't mean to get blood on your hand. My bad."

The man looks at me with a strange glance, before leaning down to help me pick up my bags, including the one from the pharmacy, he hands them to me and replies shortly after.

"It's no big deal. I can just wash my hand. Now if you will excuse me." He dismisses himself to leave the conversation.

'That's was weird, whatever" I quickly wipe my hand on my dark jeans before leaving the store.
Concluding that one interaction like that was too much socializing I decide to head home to clean my wound and binge watch some tv whilst ordering takeout.
Best single date-night ever. Can never go wrong spoiling myself right?

Tim's POV
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After leaving the girl to herself I walk back over to the booth where Toby and Bryan sit. Both men look at me wanting to know what just happened and honestly I just shrug back to them.

"Dude idk she just bumped into me and fell. When I tried to help her up, she hadn't even realized that she cut open her hand, and then proceeded to use that same hand to get up. It was like she couldn't even feel it there. Reminds me of you" I turn to Toby,

"You got some secret sister we don't know about?"

He looks back at me slight irritated.

"Yeah actually I do. But the last time I knew, she was still in Denver."

"Damn, didn't expect that-" Bryan replied before finishing his drink and standing up.

After paying for the stuff, we all decided to head back to the mansion.
Yet, Toby's reply never completely leaves my head.
'Didn't actually know that shit. Wonder why he never mentioned her.'

Y/N POV
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After finishing my movie, and gorging on the unhealthiest snacks, I decide that I need to lay down.

My room is always pretty cool, I don't. Like getting hot at night. So my body never registered the one thing it probably should have,

There shouldn't have been a breeze from my window.