Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

The past

the Past

That night, the house was quiet. The day had passed in a blur of music and laughter, but as the darkness settled in, so did the silence. Y/N lay in the guest room Billie and Finneas had set up for them, staring at the ceiling. The gentle hum of the city outside was distant, almost comforting, but there was a weight in their chest that had been building all day. It was always like this at night—when the noise faded and there was nothing to distract them from the storm inside their mind.

Y/N had tried to brush it off, to focus on the good moments of the day, on the warmth of Billie’s smile and the comfort of Finneas’s quiet presence. But now, alone in the dark, it was harder to keep the memories at bay. The weight of everything they had been running from seemed to settle over them, heavier than ever.

Sleep didn’t come easily. Y/N tossed and turned, their mind replaying the events of the day on a loop—Billie’s teasing smile, the way her hand had lingered on theirs at breakfast, the way Finneas had looked at them with that knowing expression, as if he could see straight through them. And beneath it all, the doubts whispered relentlessly.

You don’t belong here.
They’re just being kind. You’ll never be good enough for them.
They’re going to see how broken you really are, and they’ll leave.

Eventually, exhaustion won out, and Y/N slipped into a restless sleep. But it wasn’t the peaceful escape they had hoped for.

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The dream started innocuously enough, with flashes of moments from their past. Familiar faces, places, fragments of memories that felt distant yet vivid. But then, without warning, the dream twisted into something darker.

Y/N was standing in a room—a place they knew too well. The walls were closing in around them, suffocating, and the familiar tightness in their chest began to return. Panic clawed at them, making it hard to breathe. Shadows moved in the corners of their vision, faceless figures from their past, and Y/N’s heart raced as fear washed over them.

They tried to move, but their body wouldn’t respond. It was as if they were frozen in place, trapped in a nightmare they couldn’t escape. The voices started, soft at first, but growing louder with each passing second.

You’re worthless.
No one cares about you.
You’re nothing.
You’re alone.
Always alone.

Y/N gasped, trying to shout, to scream, but no sound came. The walls pressed closer, and the shadows circled them, whispering the words that had haunted them for so long. The world spun, and they could feel the weight of their past crushing them, dragging them down into the darkness.

Suddenly, they were on the floor, curled up and trembling, their hands over their ears as if that could block out the voices. But they couldn’t escape it. The fear, the pain—it was all too real. It felt like they were drowning, suffocating under the weight of memories they had tried so hard to forget.

You’ll never escape this.
You’ll never be free.

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Y/N woke with a start, their breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. Their heart was pounding in their chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to them like a second skin. For a moment, they didn’t know where they were—lost between the nightmare and reality.

But then they remembered. Billie. Finneas. The safety of the house. The music, the laughter. But none of that mattered now. The nightmare had left them shaken, raw, and vulnerable in a way they hadn’t been in a long time.

They sat up, their hands shaking as they wiped the sweat from their forehead. The air in the room felt thick, oppressive. Their chest tightened, and suddenly it was hard to breathe again. They pressed their hands to their face, trying to calm themselves, but the fear wouldn’t go away.

The darkness felt suffocating, and Y/N could feel the panic rising again. They couldn’t go back to sleep, not after that. The silence was too loud, and the shadows in the room seemed to shift, reminding them of the faceless figures from the dream.

Y/N swung their legs over the edge of the bed, standing up on shaky legs as they made their way to the door. They needed air, something to ground them, to remind them that they were safe. The hallway was quiet as they slipped out of their room, their footsteps soft against the hardwood floor.

They hadn’t meant to, but somehow, their feet carried them toward the room where Billie was staying. They paused outside her door, their hand hovering over the handle, torn between the need for comfort and the fear of being a burden.

But then, as if sensing their presence, the door creaked open slightly, and there stood Billie, her eyes bleary with sleep, but immediately softening when she saw Y/N standing there, looking lost and small.

“Y/N?” she whispered, her voice full of concern as she stepped into the hallway. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Y/N opened their mouth to speak, but no words came. They couldn’t explain the weight on their chest, the nightmare, the suffocating fear that still clung to them. All they could do was stand there, staring at Billie, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way they hadn’t expected.

Billie didn’t need an explanation. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a gentle but firm embrace, pulling them close. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

Y/N stood there, frozen for a moment, before finally sinking into Billie’s embrace, their head resting against her shoulder as they tried to steady their breathing. Billie’s arms were warm and comforting, grounding them in the present, pulling them out of the dark corners of their mind.

For a long while, they stood there in the hallway, neither of them speaking. Billie didn’t let go, and Y/N didn’t pull away. The weight in Y/N’s chest began to ease, just a little, as they allowed themselves to lean into the comfort Billie offered.

When they finally pulled back, Billie looked at them with soft, tired eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N shook their head, their throat tight. They weren’t ready to talk, not yet.

Billie seemed to understand. “Okay,” she said softly. “But you know I’m here if you do.”

Y/N nodded, grateful for her understanding, but still feeling the remnants of the nightmare clinging to them. They didn’t know how to explain it, how to make sense of the mess in their mind. The PTSD had been with them for so long, lurking in the background, waiting to strike whenever they let their guard down.

Billie smiled softly, stepping back into her room. “Come on,” she said, nodding toward her bed. “You don’t have to be alone right now.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the thought of going back to their own room, back to the silence and the shadows, was too much to bear. They followed Billie into her room, sitting on the edge of the bed as she pulled the blankets up around them both.

They didn’t speak again. Billie just lay there beside Y/N, her presence a quiet, comforting reminder that they weren’t alone. And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like maybe… just maybe… they didn’t have to face their nightmares by themselves anymore.

But even as they drifted back to sleep, Billie beside them, the shadows still lingered, just at the edge of their consciousness. They knew this wasn’t over—not by a long shot. But for tonight, with Billie there, it was enough.