The White Pill (Ruvik X Reader)

Losing grip on ourselves ✓

Hi guys :)

I'm sorry already for this crappy chapter. Please forgive me. </3

~Ruvik~

Laura reached out to him, but Ruvik backed away. His dodge to her touch was not intentional, but a natural instinct of his body. He was used to avoiding human contact, even Marcelo knew better than to try to touch him, but this time Ruvik immediately regretted it.

Why am I running away from her? He asked to himself. He was confused for a moment. All these years, all that he wanted was to have his sister near him again; to feel her touch and hear her voice.

"Ruben? What's wrong?" She sounded hurt by his action.

"Don't touch my face, Laura." He said in a slightly sad tone. "I don't want you dirtying your hands with my disgusting face."

He saw a small smile playing on her thin pink lips. She looks as beautiful as in the day she... we... His thoughts trailed off.

"You're not disgusting, Ruben." Laura swiftly reached out to him again, and this time he didn't have time to try to pull back. "You're beautiful. I told you you would be beautiful, didn't I?"

She walked around him, and Ruvik followed her with his eyes until she forced him to face forward. They were inside their parents' house now, he noticed. He was standing before a big mirror in Laura's room. She stared at his reflex in the mirror, while resting her chin in his shoulder from behind him.

"See?" She said in a low voice, right in his ear. "Beautiful."

Ruvik was at a loss for words. His bandages and scars were all gone. His eyes had their earlier light blue pigmentation, and his blonde hair covered his ears. He unbuttoned his shirt to look at his chest, hoping to find at least a small mark to prove what had happened to him, but there was none. His pale skin was perfect.

"Come on, fix your clothes!" Laura turned around in the room, making her red dress whirl like rose petals around her waist. "Let's go play in the sunflower field!"

Ruvik was still in front of the mirror but it wasn't his image he was looking at. As he fixed his shirt he just watched while his sister swirled around like the dreaming young girl she had always been. Like his real beloved sister. But he couldn't tell if that was really her.

It had been too long since she passed away; too long since he talked to her. He felt as if he'd easily accept any image that resembled Laura in the blink of an eye, for he had been waiting for that moment for years.

He was no fool. He knew that wasn't the real Laura. The one he had been craving to meet again. But for now... He would play whatever wicked game Freak had planned for him; he was going to allow himself to be deceived. One. Last. Time.

~Reader~

You discovered that, wherever that place was, it wasn't really the hospital.

You noticed that as soon as you went out of your cell-like room – that was the first sign, by the way. The door was open. The doors were never open at Beacon Mental Hospital.

"We'll make then pay. We'll make then pay." You kept repeating to yourself, trying to focus on anything but the pain. "We'll make then pay."

You closed and opened your eyes repeatedly, trying to understand what was happening in front of you, because, as soon as you stepped out of your room, you found yourself in the corridor of a small apartment that you had never seen before. For a while you found yourself in an almost deafening silence. But that changed when you entered the living room by the end of the corridor.