~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ Part Sixteen!

“Okay class,” The history teacher says in a bored tone and huffs out.

Annabelle was still exhausted and disturbed by the thoughts and visions of her past in her head. Her cheeks and under her eyes were stained red from tears. She couldn’t believe it, she killed her own parents… She was a creation.

“Your homework is read chapter 15,” Miss Stella says in a lazy tone as she lies on the counter in front of the room. “Not that you need to or whatever,” She mutters. She yawns and shifts to her side, curling into a ball, “Nighty night~”

Everyone watches her, like it was a normal thing. Annabelle was leaning onto her hand, her elbow propped onto the desk, sleepily closing her eyes.

“ANNABELLE ITS YOUR FAULT!” A face pops in front of her, screaming at her, making her gasp and sit up quickly. Everyone but Miss Stella looks quickly. She shrinks a bit in her seat then grabs her bag, glancing to the clock. She quickly picks up her bag and rushes out the door.

England stands quickly, only to have America grab his wrist. He looks back to the younger nation, seeing him shake his head, “Dude, just let him have some time alone,” He mutters, remembering to call her a him.

 England lets out a sigh and sits back down.

Annabelle quickly runs through the hall, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. She pulls a flip phone out, which America had gotten her the week before, insisting she keep it just in case.

She starts to call Dylan, curling in a corner and sniffling, wiping away tears. She snuggles more into the corner, whispering, “Pick up, pick up, please,” She pleads quietly.

“Hello? Annabelle?” Dylan asks on the other side. Annabelle sniffles, “D-Dylan,” She whimpers. Dylan instantly seems worried, “What happened? Who hurt you?! I swear I’ll kill them!” Annabelle shakes her head rapidly, “I-I need to come over,” She says softly.

She could tell he was frowning, “Okay, just, what’s going on?” Annabelle shakes her head, “I’ll tell you when I get there…”

He lets out a sigh, “Alright, be careful.” She nods and stands, hanging up. She quickly takes off down the hall.

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She makes it to her friend’s apartment and knocks on the door, still holding back her tears. He opens the door quickly, Annabelle instantly wrapping her arms around him. He frowns, feeling her tremble in his arms.

He gently leads her inside and sits her down, closing the door, “What’s going on?” He asks as she instantly gets up and starts pacing, tears forming in her eyes. She turns to him and takes a quick deep breath, “I killed my parents! That car wreck was only an image!”

“Fool! He isn’t going to be happy with you!” The voice sounds in her head, making her grip onto her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

Dylan stares in shock, his eyes wide, “There’s no way… They died in a car crash,” He says quietly then blinks. He quickly rushes to her before she attempted to pull out her own hair.

Tears start to slip down her cheeks. “That voice! It’s here again!” She almost screams. “Calm down, Annabelle. What voice? What are you talking about?” Annabelle sniffles and relaxes a bit, looking to him. He frowns, sitting down and pulling her to sit down. As she does, he places a hand on her back, “Tell me everything, please.”

She starts to explain everything, everything she remembers. The death of her parents, how she stabbed America, which she called him Alfred. She remembers being in an a white room, remembering the man that did the experiments on her, remembers that she’s only a creation built to destroy whatever gets in her way.