Bird Box (Oc x reader)

Chapter 1

  Your older sister Jessica, come to your small studio apartment in the city while you're painting. Loud music is blaring in your apartment, so you don't hear her arrive. That is until she turns it off. Then you turn to her, with an annoyed expression.

  "Uh, asshole, I was listening to that."

  "Yeah, and so was the people down the street."

You roll your eyes and turn back to the painting. She takes her grocery bags to your fridge.

  "The store was packed. This thing seems serious. Wow, you literally have no food here." She tells you while she examines your fridge's contents.

  Your sister has a tendency to act like she's your mother. It doesn't really bother you, you actually love her for it. But you don't tell her that enough.

  "What thing?"

  She raises an eyebrow at you. "Are you serious?"

  You nod. "I'm serious."

  "Turn on the news, dumb-dumb."

  "Dumb-dumb." You scoff and take the remote. "What channel, dumb-dumb?"

  "Any of them."

  "Airports and train stations have shut down. Streets are crowded with people escaping cities by car and on foot as witnesses report unexplained mass suicides. First recorded in Romania, there's now an alarming spread of incidents into Europe and Siberia. Estimated death toll is in the tens of thousands." A reporter says as you watch the footage being shown, with a frown on your face. You switch the channel to another, now an anchor is sitting in a news station studio. "We don't yet know what is causing the mass suicides in Europe and Russia. The eyewitness reports tell of people exhibiting psychotic behaviour. Our sources are telling us this does not appear to be pathological or viral. US authorities are advising the public to remain calm. There have been confirmed inst-" You turn off the sound and go back to your painting.

  "Well, it's in Russia, so.." You shrug.

  "Try telling that to the soccer moms fighting over bottled water. Speaking of which, I just got off the phone with Mom. How come I have to update her about you all the time?"

  "Why do you guys have to talk about me?"

  "Well, I'm sure not gonna tell her about my life." She says and you scoff a soft laugh as you tilt your head with a smile. "At three o'clock, I'm gonna go check out an Arabian stud in Sausalito."

  "See, now that is a sentence you don't hear everyday."

  "You wanna come?" She asks and you hum while thinking about it for a moment.

  "Sure, why not."

  "Great, I'll drive!" She says in a slightly higher pitched voice and you squirm slightly where you stand with your pencil in the air.

  You cringe. "Why does your voice get so high when you get excited?"

  She ignores you and head closer to look at your painting.

  "What do you think?" You ask, your mouth in a tight line.

  "I think, I see a whole bunch of people sitting together, but they all feel incredibly lonely."

  You just hum looking at your painting.

  "We need to get you out and back into the real world, you know, with other people. You're just stuck here all day, Yn. You never leave."

  "Why should I leave? When I have you to get me groceries." You smirk.

  "You have to move."

  "No, not moving."

  "Why?"

  "I love this apartment!" You tell her gesturing around you.

  "Yn, I know it took you a long time to find a studio that you loved, and you've gotten a lot more work done since you moved in. But.. maybe you could just use a roommate. Or you know, a boyfriend.." She shrugs and you turn to her with a raised brow. "Just saying."

  You roll your eyes and chuckle.

  She sighs. "You won't meet anyone if you stay in here all day, everyday."

  "Why do I need a man, again?"

  "Fine, I guess you don't need one, but don't you think it would be nice? To have someone in your life?"

  "I have you."

  "You know what I mean."

  "Yeah. Nah, I'm good. It will happen when it happens they say."

  "But you never give anyone a chance, Yn. You would just play around and then throw them out the window when it gets serious. And now you don't even try anymore."

  You just sigh to yourself, having always had a hard time opening up and giving yourself fully to someone.

...

  You're sitting in the passenger seat of your older sister's car while she drives through town, humming the song playing on the radio and rocking slightly in your seat to the beat. As she drives you watch outside the side window at the buildings. Passing a bigger building under construction, you suddenly frown when you thought you saw something weird, then gasp when it happens again and realise it was indeed a body falling down at the construction site from the roof.

  "What?" Jessica asks.

  You kept your eyes on the building while you pass and see more people, all of the workers that was on the roof are jumping intentionally down to kill themselves. You look back at the road ahead with a horrified look.

  "It's happening.. Jess, it's happening."

  "What is?"

  "The thing in Russia that's making everybody crazy, it's here. It's here, now." You say looking around anxiously.

  "What?"

  "Jess!" You exclaim, pointing ahead at the woman walking on to the road in front of the car.

  The tires screech as your sister kicks the car breaks, sliding to a stop right in front of the woman. Instead of reacting normally, she just walks away and in front of another approaching vehicle, who doesn't see her in time and you scream when they crash into her.

  "Just go around." You say after a few seconds of shock, trying not to look at the woman lying on the road.

  "But the woman.."

  "She's dead. There's nothing we can do, just go around Jess!"

  "But there's cars stopped in the middle of the road."

  "Just go! Go, go, go!" You say and she does, driving around the scene and away.

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