The Singer's Pet Turtle (A Leonardo x Reader Story)

Chapter 4 : A New Way of Life

Y/n wasn't sure what had happened. She remembered looking directly at Leo, trying to beg him with her eyes. What was she begging for? For him to save her? For him to run? She wasn't sure, and she didn't have time to decide either since before she could blink her throat started to burn, then her lungs, then the world went dark

Now, she was in the dark again, and her breath was labored, burning as the air ran up and down her throat. Everything hurts. Squeezing her eyes shut she began to drag her arm around the surface she was laying on. It felt like a bed. Was she home? Did they win? Raising her hand higher she tried to find leo. If they were home, he should be beside her, right? Only her hand never made contact. Not with his skin, not with his shell, just more bedding. Weird, but maybe he woke up early. Rolling to the other side, Y/n reached out to place her hand against the wall, wanting to feel the grounding coolness she had grown familiar with. When she reached for it however, her hand simply fell.

That was strange. Strange enough that Y/n begrudgingly opened her eyes only to instantly widen them. Not only was the wall not there, but neither was the rest of her room. Rather than the dim colors Leo had chosen when he was young, the room she was in was painted a pale yellow, and the wall she was staring at was at least three feet in front of her. Y/n's stomach dropped as a cold sweat rushed over, accompanying a chilling question.

'Where am i?'

This wasn't her home. This wasn't anywhere she had ever been before. Panic began to run through her veins, causing a new feeling to fill her, this time it was adrenaline. In an instant, Y/n began kicking at the blankets, trying to break their hold as she moved towards the edge of the bed. Her struggle continued until finally she fell to the floor. From her new position, Y/n was able to remove the blanket and scramble to her feet. Once steady, she rushed to the door and bolted down the hallway.

She tried to move as swiftly and silently as possible while hurrying to the stairs, but before she could make a turn towards the steps she heard footsteps. Her body froze in place as she listened to the heavy Step, Step, Step. Y/n acted on instinct. She threw her body backwards against the wall to stay hidden, but what it caused made her hiss. Shooting pain spread throughout her body from her shoulder, and the sharp breath made her throat burn more than it ever had before. What happened to me? Y/n asked herself, as she tried to keep her focus on the retreating footsteps until they finally disappeared down the hall behind a shutting door.

Seeing her chance, Y/n made another lunge for the stairs and tried to go down silently, but it was in vain. Each and every step squeaked, and it caught the attention of someone below. From the bottom of the stairs there was a voice. It was tired, laced with the scratchiness that often comes from early morning wakeups, yet still, somehow familiar. In any other situation, Y/n may have found comfort in that familiarity, but for now, it did nothing. Her ears were too busy ringing, her heart too busy bounding. She needed to get out, to get home, to find someone, anyone she knows.

Stumbling she fell down the final few stairs, and while lifting herself off the floor, she heard the voice again. "What was that?" It asked.

Y/n's heart beat fast, she knew what she had to do. Looking around frantically she found the door, and made a b-line for it. After she was out, she wasn't sure, but getting out of this building was definitely step one. Then she would run, she supposed. Until she found someone or something to tell her where she was. It wasn't a far run, she should have been able to make it. But before her fingers could even grace across the doorknob, she was grabbed.

Strong arms wrapped around her center pulled her back into a hard chest. She was squeezed tightly and jumped around. Her shoulder screamed and her voice tried to do the same, but all she could manage despite the terror that tore through her, was a melody of pitiful squeaks.