Even though you thought it was nothing a cloud of loneliness overlapped you. It was kind of an unnecessary feeling in your opinion but you thought you needed someone to be with you when you got scared. But that was just a feeling people actually didn't believe in ghosts so how come they would understand you.
You were in your bed looking at the bandages on your hand. Yuma was kind enough to drop you home and when your mom saw your hands she panicked like crazy but you handled her saying it was some minor accident and she shouldn't worry.
You shifted sideways in your bed. You weren't much of a fan of night time cause you got that stupid feeling of someone watching you continuously of course it was all the time but at night it got even stranger.
There was a time when one night you were sleeping and bats came in through your open window but now you remained cautious and kept it close.
'Fuck I can't go to sleep!' you thought to yourself and got up to have a late night snack. Your mom always lectured you not to eat so much and not at night cause you would gain extra weight but once in awhile wouldn't hurt right?
So you went downstairs opened the fridge and got out something to eat. Ice cream. Well not something very decent to eat at night but you had your own tastes.
You walked to the kitchen to get a spoon and a bowl when you heard something.
"(Name)..." a soft whisper. You turned around to see there was nothing there. You shifted uncomfortably then continued with whatever you were doing until you heard it again "(Name)..."
"Who is there?" you trembled well kinda stupid to ask a ghost that because they won't come out y'know.
You looked around in tamed darkness but there was no one.
Until you felt a rush of wind and before long you saw a knife stabbed in your stomach.
Your eyes went wide as you fell on the floor making the bowl fall as well and break. "Damn it to hell!" you struggled to remain conscious and saw your parents rushing to the kitchen.
Your father turned on the light and your mom came next to you "oh my god (Name)! What did you do?!" you mom was about to cry, your father called for an ambulance. They argued about something but you couldn't make it out because darkness engulfed you and you fainted.
The next time you woke up you found yourself in an unfamiliar room, must be the hospital. You tried to get up but the unimaginable pain got you back lying on the bed.
"I thought I was gonna die..." you talked to yourself.
"But you didn't" you heard a familiar voice yes the voice that called you last night!
You looked aside to see someone standing with the curtains dressed in black. You couldn't make out his face because it was hidden in the cloak.
"W.who are you?" your voice was visibly shaking
"Your worst nightmare" the thing replied as if no statement was calmer then this in the whole world.
"What do you want from me?" you asked again
"Nothing" he replied from the voice you made out that it might be he.
"Then why do you keep following me?" you clutched onto your blanket
"It's simple I want you" he said doing his best to remain calm
"What do you mean by that?" you questioned once again
"You know you ask a lot of questions pest! And that makes me angry! Very Angry!" the ghost yelled
You flinched in your bed as the ghost came near to you but you got saved by the sudden sliding of doors. You turned around to see your mom and dad standing there and then turned again to the other side to see the ghost gone.
"It's gone..." you thought aloud
"What's gone? Was there someone with you? I swear I heard you talking to someone" your mom said coming next to you.
"No mom it's nothing" you said shaking your head
"Perhaps it was your ghost?" your dad said in a serious tone
"What if it was that's not gonna change the fact that you don't believe me" you said with a monotone
"Honey we try to believe you but can you be more logical? It could be a stalker for god's sake!" you mom had a worried expression.
"I did call the cops" your dad joined in
"Dad! Honestly!? I'm not gonna answer their stupid questions can't you see it won't help?" you had your hands in front (which I might say were still bandaged)
"(Name) I'm not gonna get you get hurt by that freak again!" your dad was really being well... dad
"Why are we even arguing when you won't listen to me?" you said irritated
"okay if you don't want to answer those cops right now we won't force you but please think about it (Name). Your dad is really worried about you" your mom said putting a hand on your shoulder
"I know that." You looked away
And then a doctor walked inside saying "Excuse me"
He walked at the end of the bed holding a clip board. "Ms (Last Name), your injury wasn't really fatal although you lost quite an amount of blood. According to the reports you will have to stay a week in bed to recover completely"
Your eyes went wide. A week? A whole week!? That was too much like what about school. You couldn't miss that, and other things. what would you do just lying in a dumb bed all day?
"I'm sorry doctor but a whole week. I would be fine in just two days" you said trying to win the argument on your side but that was totally useless.
"No but that's impossible your wounds might reopen. Please follow the instructions I tell you because that's what's best for you. Thank you" and with that the doctor takes his leave.
You look at your parents and give them a wtf expression.
"Now (Name) behave. We'll leave you to rest and clear up your head up a bit" your mom gets up from the chair she was sitting on and takes your dad with her and leaves.
You look up at the ceiling and sighed. You wondered what Yuma would be doing...
Wait what!? Why were you thinking about that weirdo? Sure he helped you but still that doesn't mean you go thinking about him that's totally stupid. Like you two were barely friends. He was more like a stalker.
Maybe you should turn him to the cops? You chuckled at the thought.
'But someday we might become friends if I were to get free from this retched life.'
I am just like a butterfly caught in the spiders web~
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Vy2 Yuma x reader "Fears Revealed"
FanficYou are a girl irritated by her past. Tortured by beings that belong to the other world. Even now when you got older the ghosts haunted you, you told your family but they didn't believe you or in ghosts. Your life was a mess. You went to a high scho...
