Fix My Heart (Discontinued) | Levi x Reader

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Even after many years of not being here, it still looks exactly the same. The large porch, same rocking chair, white curtains, and the soft, cream colored paint was still present on the house. I walked onto the porch with Lauren and Ronald. I was scared of this house, for bad memories still haunt me. The only good memories are of my mom. She used to visit me every night. We'd go outside and see the stars, then she would tell me that there are millions and millions of them.

I looked back in the yard and saw the grass we used to sit in. I glanced at the sky briefly before I heard the door open. I turned around to see Ms. Thomas. She put a nice smile on her face, and her old eyes matched the smile. She walked slowly outside.

"Ah, some travellers. Did Mr. Van tell you about me?" she asked.

"If you mean that bartender, then yes." Ronald said.

Ms. Thomas nodded and invited us in with a wave of her hand.

"Come in, Come in," she said. Everyone went inside, but I came in very reluctantly. The old woman shut the door and went to a small dresser near the door. She opened a large book that had a cover made of leather.

"Come, dearies. Please sign your names so I know who you are." she said.

Lauren went to her first and signed her name with the ink and feather on the desk. Ms. Thomas patted her back afterwards and told her to go down the hallway and use the last room to her left. Ronald went next, and Ms. Thomas giggled after he signed.

"You have the same last name as the girl," she laughed. "Please go down the hallway and use the last room to the left."

Ron walked away. I hesitated to walk up to the woman, but I went to the book. I picked up the feather and tried to sign my name, but Ms. Thomas' hand stopped mine from signing.

"There is no need for you to sign, (S/N). You're not a guest." she said.

I raised my eyebrow.

"How do you know me?" I asked her. She raised her eyebrows.

"Do you think that you can fool me?" she questioned. "When you were a little boy, your mother gave you that ring."

I pulled my hand away from her. She laughed eerily, and turned away to walk into her living room.

"I bet your confused. Everyone you know and love are saying that you died, but you are clearly alive and well. You're wondering why they are saying that, yes?"

I crossed my arms.

"Awe, (S/N), don't be mad at your Nana. You know I mean good and no-"

"Tell me why my mom thinks I'm dead." I interrupted her.

Ms. Thomas' small smile crept away slowly. She stared at me without saying anything. I grew irritated and went up to the elderly woman. I towered over her with an intention of striking fear into her, but she walked back and sat in a chair.

"I might as well tell you, since you're so eager to know," she said.

"Your father didn't want you at all. He felt that you were the reason why him and your mother weren't in a happy relationship. When you were about two, he decided that the only way to bring him and your mother back together was to dispose you. He took you to an asylum weekly and injected serums in your arms to kill you. I had to help, for if I didn't Floyd would've killed me and then what? You'd be in his care and would probably be dead- literally." she explained.

"After about a year of unsuccessful trials, Floyd finally decided to just inject poison into you and let your poor little soul die miserably instead of peacefully. He thought that it was successful, but it wasn't. I made a separate serum that looked similar to his poison and gave that you. And tada, here you are."
I frowned at Ms. Thomas. I was even more confused than what I was before.