Ahh I just got a little idea and wanted to make it happen. This was written despite the dance episode that aired, so there will be inconsistencies from the canon, I'm well-aware of that thank you so no need to get upset haha
A/N: I wrote this in one day so it's kinda rushed and not my best I am sorrryyyy ;u; Takes place directly after the events of vol 2 ch 5.
"Blake, we're worried about you..."
Even as she trudged through the hallway that evening, Blake kept repeating Yang's words in her mind.
All she could think about were her teammates' words to her just now – and how she had rejected every last one of them.
She felt miserable and nauseous, putting out one hand to support herself against the wall as she swayed unsteadily.
She knew they were right, that this was getting out of hand, that it already had. She was letting these missions take over her life to the point of obsession, and the detrimental effects it was having on her health and performance in classes was clearer than water.
And yet, she could not stop. Finding out more information was her drive to keep going now. She felt she was almost close to a breakthrough, and that maybe just one more mission would yield results.
So she would continue to neglect her health in favor of another investigation, because stopping the White Fang had been the purpose of her entire life since she had left them.
She needed answers. She needed some kind of reassurance that she was doing the right thing. She needed proof that what she had been working for all these years was not a waste of time and breath.
With every mission, she felt closer to reaching something, but it was always just beyond her grasp, like a leaf on a breeze that eluded her fingertips time and again. And she was seriously starting to doubt if she would ever truly catch it. The turmoil it brought her in return was hardly worth it, and even now she felt she might vomit.
She slumped against the wall and slid down it, tilting her head back but finding the lights to be too bright and settled for hiding her face in her knees instead.
She wanted to stop. She wanted to get better. She wanted the nightmares to go away.
But that was hard to do when they were connected to her activities, and she was addicted to getting what she thought she needed. The night terrors that were once just whispers of the past were becoming real now, and she knew that soon she would not sleep at all until she went unconscious against her will.
She was scared. So scared. And she did not have the faintest idea how to fix the situation – fix herself.
She was trapped in a perpetual maze of false hopes and dark shadows. Her team was the only sliver of flickering light, and all she was doing was pushing that farther away.
In the end, she never made it to the library, but simply stayed where she was in that empty hallway, replaying their words to her over and over again.
Weiss had said they could return to the missions after the dance, and Ruby had implied Blake would only hold them back if she kept going so stubbornly and borderline-uselessly due to lack of energy – it had not been Ruby's intent, but it was all Blake could hear from it.
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Fanfiction"Blake, we're worried about you..." All she ever did in her life was push the few people she cared about – the few people who cared about her – away.
