The White Pill (Ruvik X Reader)

Scars

As promised

Enjoy

~Reader~

You walked around the room, in circles, from one side to another. You even tried just jumping for a few moments, but the sudden movement made your wound burn. Ok, so jumping wasn't a good idea, and now moving around was no longer an option because your side hurt. Really bad.

You touched the stitched and heavily bandaged area with the tips of your fingers; you were bleeding again. I really need to stop doing this, you thought as you stared at your hand. I feel like the only thing I've been doing this days is bleed.

"I should go and take a bath or something..." You said to yourself, and walked to the small wardrobe before entering the bathroom. The place was the same as before, white and clean.

You smiled.

Why would anything change?, you thought as you looked around. It's just a bathroom.

Your head was a real mess. Full of meaningless thoughts and thoughts you couldn't even understand. There was too much to think about, but you felt too confused to even decide where to start. And the easiest explanation was that 'STEM' thing.

You stopped for a moment while undressing yourself. STEM... MOBIOUS... Just what are these things?

Something was happening to your brain but you didn't notice. All you noticed was the confusion; the feeling of something not being there.

It took you some time to take off all the bandages Ruvik had wrapped around you. They were really tight, precisely tied, but you managed. You took a look at you wound, the cut was wide enough for a hand to fit in it if it was open. Stopping to think of it, you didn't even know why you had that cut. You had no memory of how you got that wound.

scratching

You groaned touching your temple when a wave of dizziness hit you, followed by a hammering pain in your head.

scratching

There was this sound in the back of your head, like someone scratching wood with their nails, and images flashing behind your eyes. A movie made of random pictures put together.

scratching

You held on the sink for support as you watched yourself in the mirror, but you noticed your reflex smiling while you were in pain. There were several bruises in it's face, and it looked like it hadn't slept in a long time.

It seemed familiar until it faded, giving place to a pained reflex of you.

scratching

You groaned as you felt the blade cutting through your flesh. A faceless man was holding you into place, and you could tell he was enjoying every moment of it. Tears rolled down your face as you felt something moving inside of your body. Was the man's hand inside of you? It hurt.

You tried to sit down on the floor without making rough movements.

scratching

"What is this...?" You said as the images of someone torturing you kept playing in your mind, swirling, making you feel nauseous.

"What is this...?" Someone whispered in a mocking way. "Why, memories of course. What else could it be, dear?"