Paramnesia Ω Ohmwrecker x Reader: Book 2

Chapter 15 Ω House Of Memories

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I'll be here waiting, for real this time.

Ohm.. what if I don't make it in time?

I know you will, I won't let anything bad happen to you.

And if something does?!

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"(Y/N).. (Y/N) wake up!"

"Oh god.. oh god no!"

"Why'd you let her do this, Luke?!"

Everything was a blur for (Y/N). The blue hued trees, even her friend's faces. She woke back up in the arms of Jon with her other friends surrounding her as they mourned. Her chest slowly started to rise back up and down. It wasn't long until Jon could feel her heartbeat again. "Jon..?"

"(Y/N)?! Oh my god!" Jon rejoiced and held her tightly. However he was baffled as to how she was alive again. He checked her forehead one more time to only find the bullet wound had disappeared. "B-but how?!"

(Y/N) just smiled and hugged Jon back as the rest followed for a group hug. "I'll explain later. Let's just go home.

As the friends drove back to Jon's place, they talked as if nothing happened. (Y/N) was really herself again, and the rest were more than happy to see that.

The guys parted their ways, raiding Jon's house like it was their second house, which it was in a way. (Y/N)'s mood suddenly died back down remembering the deal she had with the entity. She wasn't sure if Jon was ready to hear it. They were all in such a good mood to celebrate her resurrection. "(Y/N) you alright?" Jon nudged her, pulling her out of the doorway.

(Y/N) just nodded and hummed before running up to Jon's room, remembering most of her belongings were in there.

She locked the door and took a breather, trying to compose herself. It really hasn't hit her yet that she has to kill someone by her own hands. (Y/N) walked over to Jon's mirror, examining herself. She looked nothing like the killers Ohm associated with. She couldn't imagine seeing her body painted in blood, her wielding some sort of weapon, it just wasn't her.

(Y/N) noticed her stuff was brought out, assuming by Jon. Her journal left open, her polaroid turned on, even the little bunny Evan had given her before this chaos corrupted her mind. She looked through her journal entries, reminiscing on all the memories she had when she wrote them. From the time her parents were alive, to the time Tyler and her used to date. (Y/N) just wished the only entry of Ohm wasn't so sad, but one she could read to her supposed child that was supposed to come into this world.

(Y/N) flipped over to the next page after the last entry, expecting to see nothing, yet she saw writing that wasn't her own: Take my picture now

An arrow was drawn pointing towards her polaroid. (Y/N) was slightly frightened, she knew it wasn't any of the guys' writing. Soon though, curiosity fled her mind and she did as told. She held the polaroid up to mirror in front of her, looking back at her reflection. Her finger hesitant to press the shutter button. But something, or someone, pressed it for her and the flash went off.

(Y/N) jumped, throwing her polaroid back onto the desk. She watched the picture slowly coming out of the other end. The frightened girl took it, waiting to see how the picture turned out.

The picture slowly became clear, she saw herself looking at the camera's lens through the mirror. Then a figure behind her holding her, kissing her cheek. "Beautiful." The familiar voice said right next to her ear. (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat hearing it.

"Ryan?" She looked up into the mirror first seeing no one. Then she turned around seeing the grinning hazel eyed male who was holding her. "Why are you here? I-I mean, I'm not complaining-"

Ryan anticipated this reaction from her. He kissed her, silencing her. She followed not long after, melting into his arms. "For good luck." Was all he replied with his smile.

(Y/N) felt like this was some sort of daydream again. She didn't want to be afraid of Ryan anymore. The deeper she stared into Ryan's eyes, it took her breath away. This form of his was too pure for the world he lived in.

Then she started to recall the times she mistook another psychotic male for him.

What if it's not him?

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked seeing her smile vanish.

"I wish I could believe you'd never wrong me.." (Y/N) replied lowly, looking away from his caring gaze.

Ryan cupped her cheek, making her look back up at her. "Then will you remember me in the same way, as I remember you?"

This form only exists because of your memories and mines, that's why I need you to live.

"Ryan, what if I don't make it in time? What if I don't get enough people?" (Y/N) worried.

Ryan only smiled, taking a hold of her locket. Something resonated within as he touched it. Black fog swarmed it for a couple seconds and soon faded away. "Death is not an escape." He reassured her and kissed her cheek. "You'll get everyone in time, I promise."

"And if I don't?! Ryan, you'll disappear!" (Y/N) shouted, seeing the tears starting to form in her eyes.

Ryan wiped them away the second they escaped. "We built this house on memories, so just promise me one thing." (Y/N) didn't think twice before nodding. "Promise me a place in your house of memories."

(Y/N) didn't want him to just live in his memory anymore. She wanted him physically out here in this world with him. "I promise."

The hazel eyed male felt his heart warm up hearing those words. It was the last thing he would've wanted to feel if this didn't go well. He shared one more kiss with her before going back to that dark, misty place he called home. (Y/N) stood there dumbfounded, with one hand holding the picture and the other touching her lips. She was definitely going to have an interesting slumber tonight.

But (Y/N) was restless. While Jon was sound asleep, (Y/N) was looking through her journal again, starting to take notice of people who've made horrible memories of her past. She remembered all their faces, reading the angry yet sad entries she wrote about them.

Meg Thomas, (Y/N)'s best friend before Jon. They were neighbors when she used to live with her family. Meg was a school athlete who one day was peer pressured into steroids. (Y/N) refused to be a part of this act. One day, Meg hid the drug in (Y/N)'s bag, not remembering she had more back at her room. Her mother had found the rest when she came home with (Y/N) the same day and scolded her on the spot. She ended up throwing (Y/N) under the bus, tarnishing (Y/N)'s image towards her parents and her own.

Nea Karlsson, Tyler's asshole niece. (Y/N) remembered when she used to live with Tyler, Nea framed everything on her, adding more to her beatings. Nea would do things like leave the boys' boxers she brought over and left them in Tyler and (Y/N)'s room, she even left a dime of weed in Tyler's drawer. Sometimes she did this for fun, just for her own sick entertainment. Nea was an angel in Tyler's eyes, (Y/N) was the rebel.

And Tyler wasn't even needed to be mentioned in order for her to recall the burning grudge she had against him for putting her through hell.

But that was just three people, she needed one more person if she wanted to bring back everyone or else her and Ohm would spend their lives in a place that should be considered hell.

But who?

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I has one favor! If you guys could help me think of an idea for a FEMALE killer, that'd be great. I just know there's gonna be P!ATD references in the comments. Welp that's all I needed. Peace out everybody! Goodbye~