The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 15 - (The Comeback)

The first light of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a soft, muted glow across my room. I woke with a start, the remnants of last night's dream clinging to my mind like cobwebs. 

The wine bottle sat empty on the table, a silent witness to my attempt to drown the unsettling thoughts that had plagued me. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing in time with the echoes of the voice from my dreams.

"You're mine."

The words reverberated in my mind, sending a chill down my spine. I rubbed my temples, trying to dispel the lingering fear. As the fog of sleep lifted, I realized I needed to talk to someone—someone who could help me make sense of this madness.

Maia.

She'll understand.

She always does.

Maia had always been my rock, my confidante. We had known each other since highschool, our bond strengthened by shared secrets and countless hours spent exploring the mansion's grounds. If anyone could help me make sense of these dreams, it was her.

I can't keep this to myself any longer.

I need her.

With a deep breath, I reached for my phone and dialed her number. The call went through on the second ring, and Maia's familiar voice, bright and teasing, greeted me.

"Good morning, sunshine!" she chirped. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this early call?"

I managed a weak smile, her cheerfulness a balm to my frayed nerves. "Morning, Maia. I needed to talk to someone. Things have been... strange lately."

How do I even begin to explain this?

"Strange, huh?" I could almost hear the curiosity in her voice. "Do tell. Is it the mansion again? That place has always given me the creeps."

I hesitated, not sure where to begin. "It's more than that. I've been having these dreams... weird, unsettling dreams. Someone's watching me, whispering to me."

Please don't think I'm crazy, Maia.

"Dreams, huh?" Maia's tone shifted to one of playful skepticism. "You sure it's not just a ghost from the mansion's past? Those old houses are full of secrets, you know."

"Very funny," I replied, rolling my eyes despite myself. "But it feels so real, Maia. And it's not just the dreams. Last night, I heard something break downstairs. When I went to check, there was no one there. Just a broken vase and... a feeling."

"A feeling?" she echoed, her voice now more serious. "What kind of feeling?"

"Like I'm not alone. Like someone's watching me, even when I'm awake."

Please understand.

I need you to understand.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost hear Maia thinking. "You've been spending a lot of time in that big, empty house," she said finally. "Maybe it's just playing tricks on you. You know how our minds can be when we're lonely."

"Lonely?" I repeated, a hint of defensiveness creeping into my voice. "I'm not lonely. Damien's been helping me with the house."

Why did I say that?

Am I really not lonely?

"Damien?" Maia's voice brightened with interest. "That neighbor that gave you the wine?"

"He's been helping me with the upkeep. He showed up a few weeks ago, offering to help. And he's been great. But... there's something about him, too. He seems to know the house almost too well, like he's been here before."

Is it possible?

Could Damien be connected to all this?

"Hmm." Maia's tone turned thoughtful. "Sounds like there's more to this Damien guy than meets the eye. Maybe he's the one causing your spooky dreams?"

I frowned, not liking the direction of her thoughts. "I don't think so. He's been nothing but kind and helpful. But sometimes, I feel like he knows more than he's letting on."

Could she be right?

Could Damien be hiding something?

"Y/N, it sounds to me like you've got a classic case of mansion-induced paranoia," Maia said, her voice light but with an underlying seriousness. "You're cooped up in that big old house, surrounded by memories and shadows. It's bound to mess with your head a bit."

"Maybe," I conceded, though I wasn't entirely convinced. "But these dreams... they feel so real, Maia. Like they're more than just my imagination."

I need her to believe me.

I need someone to believe me.

"Dreams can be powerful, especially when you're under stress," Maia said gently. "But they're just dreams, Y/N. They can't hurt you. Maybe you need to take a break, get out of the house for a bit. Come visit me for a weekend. We'll have some fun and get your mind off all this spooky stuff."

I sighed, the idea of a break sounding more appealing by the second. "You might be right. I could use a change of scenery."

Maybe getting away will help.

Maybe I can find some clarity.

"Of course, I'm right," Maia said, her teasing tone returning. "Besides, I miss you. It's been too long since we had a good catch-up. Come stay with me for a few days. The mansion will survive without you for a little while."

"Okay, you've convinced me," I said, a smile finally breaking through. "I'll pack a bag and head over tomorrow."

"Great! I can't wait to see you," Maia replied. "And don't worry about the dreams. We'll figure it out together."

As I hung up the phone, a sense of relief washed over me. Maia had a way of making everything seem less daunting, of grounding me when I felt lost. Maybe she was right—maybe all I needed was a break from the mansion and its endless shadows.

But what if the dreams follow me?

What if there's no escape?

But as I stood there, the morning light streaming through the windows, a lingering doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind. What if the dreams weren't just dreams? What if there was something more to them, something I wasn't ready to face?

I have to find out.

I can't keep running from this.

But for now, I'll take Maia's advice. I'll take a break and hope the answers come to me.

With a deep breath, I began to pack, trying to push the unsettling thoughts to the back of my mind. Tomorrow, I would leave the mansion behind, if only for a little while. And maybe, just maybe, I would find the clarity I so desperately needed.

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