Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 4 - What Was Broken

READER

It's dark.  It's broken.  H/c hair.  E/c eyes.  Large face.  She was only ten.

            Only ten.  Only ten.

            It's breaking!

            The face seems to crack.  You reach forward to touch it.  It cracks again.  Then again.  Blood coats your hand.  Her blood.  Your blood.  It was breaking.

            Stop it!

            You broke it.

            I broke it.

            You shouldn't have interfered.  If you didn't try to save her it wouldn't have broken.  But you did, so it broke.

            You break everything.

            You broke your little sister who admired and loved you.

            You broke Ludwig who cared and protected you.

            You broke 'us'.

            You will break Lily.

            You will break the town.

            You will break this country.

            No.  You've already broken this country.  You're the reason it's falling apart.  You touched it and it broke.  It shattered in its own blood from cuts you inflicted.

            Everything's breaking.  Everything's breaking.  You're the reason why everything is breaking.

            "Y/n, they're letting you out now."

            You shiver and pull your limbs in tighter and tighter.  Maybe you could break if you try hard enough.  You could break and you wouldn't break anyone else anymore.

            "You shouldn't do that," the voice continues.  "Next time they might lock you up and never let you out."

            There's a little square of light.  Were you supposed to hiss?  Claw your eyes out?  A shadow looms over the entrance the blonde comes closer and closer.

            "I can't help you if you won't let me."

            No!  Stay away!  I don't want to hurt you!  It's my fault.  My fault.  Faultfaultfault.

            "I'm sorry your sister died.  I know it must be hard.  I wouldn't know what to do if my brother died."

            Please go away.  GO AWAY!

            His hand was reaching out.  It wraps around you and lifts your weak and frail body up.  He carries you towards the light.

            You stare back into the darkness.  There is a girl.  A child.  Dirty h/c hair.  Numb e/c eyes.  A skeleton for a body.  A barely breathing corpse.

            Mouthing the same words over and over.

            You struggle.  You try to break free of the man's grip.

            I hate you, the shell mouths.  I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.

            Then the body changes.  It's older.  A teenager now.  It is equally dead, though.  Her eyes blink.  Her lips are caked dry.  Tears stain her face but she isn't crying.