Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 20

Your neck aches. Badly. Not in tightness. No. Your neck felt a burning sensation only where the pitiful necklace was wrapped around practically choking you. Your hand reaches hesitantly for it and yet no matter the tug, it's clearly not going anywhere.

You lay awake in the intolerable excuse of a bed. The covers thrown off as it felt like scratches against your sensitive skin. Your legs slightly shake due to the coldness and the unsettling anxiousness as your heart beats too quickly for your liking. You sit up in an attempt to stop the suffocation but it's too much.
Just thinking about the constant feeling that your insides despised you and were shrinking in vain made it many times worse.
You want it to stop. If it can't stop then let it be a break. Your nails dig into your arms in response, leaving behind temporarily dents in your flesh.

It's late. So late that you don't even hear the sounds of crows or anything. The manor is so quiet. Your ears crave for the sound of something comforting. You wonder had everyone gone to bed ? If they had good for them. You were curious, had they ever woken up in the middle of the night and felt the god awful nauseous feeling that buries itself into the depth of your belly. You think that if they ever did, at least they probably had a reason to.
You just woke up never feeling at ease.

For a moment you think of William. You can't imagine him not being at ease. He's so collected together at all times and aswell he's so mature. How does he do it ?

The curtains not closed so you can see right out to the never ending darkness.
It's so dark outside that you can barely even make out the grass. But only then when you stared out a shadow amongst shadows appeared. Like a tall figure making itself known. "What the fuck ?" You mumble, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to clear your mind and sight. It's still there. Your heart is beating fast again and your brain is convincing you that you're going to vomit. The sudden adrenaline makes you run. You run, barefoot, right down the stairs and before you can tell yourself to stop you're standing outside in the freezing cold garden.

"At last we meet again." A voice spoke out, the figure had its back turned.
"Are you talking to me ?" You awkwardly turn, as if there was someone obviously there.
Although you're still not sure if you're dreaming or not. Your eyes wander yet your figure remains still. No matter how much you squint you still can't make out anything.
"It's like !" You start, looking down at your wrist only to realise. "Shit I haven't got a watch."

"It's like two in the morning, what do you want ?" Tiredness gave you the ability to lack to care for stranger danger.
"If you're looking for one of the men they're inside." You instantly take it back because wait who is this person ? Could be a thief for all you know ! "I've no interest in speaking to others. Frankly not even to you but I must make it known."

"Okayyy." You have a blank stare.
All this confusion was starting to give you a headache. Are you dreaming or something ?
You don't recall your dreams ever being this vivid. "I should've put atleast socks on." You shake your head. Your toes were worryingly starting to look blue. You have a headache at this point.

The figure, a man, turn and you can just about make out a top hat and a indigo coat. Somewhat familiar ? "You risk yourself searching for answers that serve no purpose to your cause." He states, his tone clear as day. You can't make out his face. Does he even have one ? Before you can question anything, in a swift moment a sharpness enters you and suddenly you're really cold.
You barely look down, too afraid to look but when you have the courage to look up again, he's vanished.

You thought your heart racing was bad ? You thought period cramps were bad ? Fuck that ! this was ten times unimaginablely worse.
You place your hand onto your stomach only to feel something wet. Somethings definitely not right. You looked down and suddenly all was clear. Your hand stained in scarlet.

You've. Been. Stabbed.

Just when you thought your headache was starting to go away.