A Chaotic life. (Cry x Reader)

Chapter 21

I kinda want to delete this story and write another one----oops.

What's that noise..?

You sit up, the rooms dark and the only light is coming from the LED flash on your phone- blinking a bright green.

There's a sound in your room thst you recognize all too well. The spot in your bedroom floor that creaks when you step on it.

Fear finds it's way into your body, and the sound of your heartbeat thumps loudly in your ears.

"Is..someone there?" while calling out into the darkness you grab your phone off the bedside table, not taking your eyes away from what you can't see.

You quickly fumble to turn on the phone and look at the screen, the preview of a message from the unknown number at the top.

Unknown number: I'm here now.

"Wha-" before you can finish, there's a sharp pain in your forehead, shooting all through your body as something hard comes in contact with your face.

You hiss in pain as someone- or something- grabs ahold of you.

"Let me- LET ME GO!" You shriek, kicking.

"Shh.." the voice cooes, and you feel a prick in the side of your neck, "Don't struggle..close your eyes.."

You clench your teeth together as the pain in your neck gets more intense, then slowly, everything gets blurry. Your body's going numb, you cant feel your toes or finger tips, then arms and legs, then you can't feel anything.

You fight to keep your eyes open as they get dry and heavy, your mouth sticky with dryness. You're tired..really tired.

"Sleep now, ____.. go to sleep.." thr voice is soft and familiar, and the unidentified person strokes your hair, lulling you deeper into the darkness.

"Sleep.." it whispers one more time in your ear. So you close your eyes.

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A ringing sound fills your ears as you open your eyes, your vision's, blurry and you have a splitting migraine.

You try to get up only to find your wrists and ankles are strapped tightly to the uncomfortable thick plywood chair you're in.

Panic immediately sets in as your breath gets caught in your throat.

"No no no.." you whisper to yourself as you look around, the dingy room has cement walls, floor and ceiling, but they're stained in every imaginable way to the point they almost look brown.

On top of that, the only thing illuminating the room is a lamp from the ceiling. Only a few feet away in front of you, casting a low yellow light. The corners of the room remain dark.

You have a large gash in your forehead, and the blood was running down your face and all over your white night shirt and bare legs.

A sob catches in your throat and every single SAW movie you've ever seen flashes through your head.

"Help!" you manage to choke out in between your heaving tears, "Help me! Please!"

As if someone answered your prayers, you hear the creek of a metal door being pushed open.

A dainty figure in a black hoodie with the sleeves torn off and the hood up makes its way into the shine of the light above.

It- she pulls the hood down and you're greeted with relief.

"Skye!" you choke out, not really looking at her, "Help me, oh my god please, please help me!"

She laughs. Not her usualy quirky laugh. It's stale, dry, and cold.

"Fuck you, ____." She hisses. You look up at her, confused.

Her hair, she's bald in a spot on the side of her head, and its bleeding, like she ripped the hair out herself. Her lips are white and chapped, and there's dried blood under her nails.

She looks red around the eyes, and her arms are bleeding intensely, along with her nose which is also crooked, and right above that her head is bleeding from a hard crack that seems to go back into her scalp.

"Skye-" she cuts you off by screaming at you, "SHUT UP!"

She scratches hard at the bleeding bald spot on her head, creating a horrible squrench sound as she does and you hold back your gag.

"Just shut up, ____.." she breathes a heavy, shakey breath and she walks towards you lazily- sloppily and leans over you, her hands on your wrists which are restrained on the armrests.

Blood drips from her chin and on to your bare thighs, it's warm on your cold skin and you close your eyes as she speaks.

"You....you don't listen..you didn't listen to me.." you feel one of her hands jerk off of you, the gently go back to your wrist again. "I fucking told you- I-I told you to back off, I told you leave him alone, he likes me, not you...he...he-he hates me..."

You open your eyes to look at her, confused. She's staring at you, blankly, almost innocently. Then she jerks her head, "No!" she screams in your face, "No no! He hates you! Not me! He loves me!" she was in hysterics, coughing and twitching and jerking her head back.

"Skye..Skye! C-calm down..pl-ease.." you spoke calmly, trying to reason with her.

It seemed to work for moment, she relaxed, looked at you with wide eyes, innocent and brown.

Auburn hair, bloodied and matted hung in her face.

"Skye.." you forced a shakey smile, "Let me go...okay? We-we-we can work this out, yeah? And uh...you..you can have Ryan, you really love him, r-right? You wouldn't hurt him....or me..right?"

She stared at you for what felt like hours before planting an open-handed slap across your left cheek and you growled in pain. "Fuck!" you hissed out.

Your face was welping in the hurt, tears threatening your eyes again and she stomped away to the door, "I don't believe you, ____" she whispered, barely audible, but enough so you could hear her.

"I don't believe you." She choked out in a sob once more before walking out, slamming the heavy metal door behind her.