The Crafting Dead ( Nick X Reader Fanfic)

chapter 7: feelings and fears

(y/n) prov!

I was in a dark place.

I couldn't see.

Couldn't breathe.

But I felt something.

It was warm and on my face.

I see Nick kissing me!

"N-n-nick!?"

He looked up but then vanished.

Then I saw light.

I woke up from my coma. I couldn't breathe. I saw Jin asleep in a chair but woke up to my coughs and gasp for air. " H...help" was all I could say. " NICK I NEED HELP!" Jin yelled. Nick burst through the door. " Put this on her!" Jin handed him some odd thing. He did what he was told and I could breathe again. But I was so weak. I tried to stand only to get pushed down by Nick. " You need rest. After your well rested you will tell us everything from the beginning to now. Understood?" Nick said with pity in his eyes. "Yeah.im going to sleep. night Nick. Love you" WAIT OH NO! I SAID I LOVED HIM! Jin heard and staired at me and got a smirk on his face. Nick stood in awe. " I MEAN AS A FRIEND! YA AS A FRIEND.... HAHAHA NIGHT!" that's when my face went from blushing to tomato red. I threw the pillow on my head and fell asleep pretty fast actually.

*Dream*

Ugh where am I? I see Nick off in the distance. " Yo Nick what's up!" He turned around with tears on his face and blood everywhere. " You killed them....YOU KILLED THEM ALL! I TRUSTED YOU!" he screamed while picking up a pistol. " N-nick I wouldn't hurt anyone! You know that!" I said scared as h-e- double hockey sticks. He got closer untill he stopped. He aimed his gun and shot my gut. I saw images of the past few years. The beatings. The torture. No love, family, friends to save me from my abusive adoptive family. Then I saw white.

*end of dream*

" AHHHHHHH!!!!" I scream in a high pitched tone. Docter Jin wasn't in here so I decided to cry. I remember the marks the people that adopted me gave me. I think docter Jin saw them.* Knock knock knock* " hey you ok in there?" Someone asked. But all I did was cry. " I'm coming in" the person said. I saw it was Nick. He came up to me and pulled me into a hug. " What's wrong?" He asked stroking the strands of (h/c) out of my face. " Family....abuse...nightmares.." was all i could say before crying more. Everyone in the white house but the people on guard heard and came to the room I was in. I heard alot of ' are you ok' or ' what's wrong' I noticed Nick still hugging me and I freaked out. Everyone and Nick looked at me like they felt sorry for me. Nick tried to touch me but I used the last of my energy to jump out of bed and near a window close by. Nick looked hurt but had understanding in his eyes. " What happened? Was it a dream?" Nick asked I nodded. Everyone took a seat a little bit away from me. Jin looked at me like he needed to talk to me. " What was it about?" Jess asked. " I....I was in a black room...I saw Nick and all of your corpse there. But Nick was alive. I said hi and he turned around and shouted I killed you. It's my fault. He grabbed the nearest weapon which was a pistol and shot me in my chest...." I was crying during the story and everyone looked so sad Nick had a more hurt expression like what I said is going to kill him. I tried to get up but couldn't. My legs got stabbed and I couldn't walk. The bandages were soaked in blood. Nick ran to my side along with Jin. They patched me up and Jin lifted but Nick stayed.

" When you said I killed you...it hurt. I don't want you dead. I need you alive. When I was in here before...and you said love you. What did you mean..." Nick said with tears brimming his eyes. " I...I..I like you....but I can't get hurt..not again!" I said while shivering at the moments when I arrived at my new home. I loved my family even though they abused me. " What do you mean ' get hurt again'..." he said. All I did was lift the back of my shirt and he could see the slices, whip marks, and burns. " You were abused! WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME!" he screamed. I flinched at his voice. " I thought you trusted me.." my heart Shattered at his words. Now I have no one... he saw me breathing heavily and not moving. It was a panic attack. He tried to help but I shoved him away. I fell to the floor and crawled my way to the door. ' no one will ever like me...' and ' just jump off the roof! They won't miss you're repeated over and over again. Nick looked angry like my adoptive father would when he was drunk. He got close to me and grabbed me by my arms. " NO! LET ME GO! P-PLEASE NO MORE BEATINGS!" I yelled as I thrashed around in his grip" IM NOT GOING TO HURT YOU! IM PUTTING YOU BACK ON THE BED! WHY DONT YOU TRUST ME! I LOVE YOU AND CARE FOR YOU AND YOU DONT TRUST ME! it kills me..."

He loves me....