No Happiness | BBS (Book 2) ⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️

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•*Third Person*•
*A Week Later*

[Y/N] had already recovered from the very long coma. She had asked her mother how long the coma was, her mom paled and answered with a simple, blunt answer. It was always the same answer, just a simple,"I'll tell you later."
Confusion would always blossom inside her already filled to the brim head, considering the flash backs she would always have. It'd usually be a nightmare, usually of her past. She'd wake up, panting, fear hugging her entire form. She would simply lay back down, and take deep breaths. She wasn't sure why she had these nightmares, but it always reminded her of Luna.
Whenever she'd wake up, from a nightmare and every thing, she'd be there. She'd sit on the edge of the bed, right next to [Y/n]'s side. She'd stare at the ceiling, the wall, the floor. Then she would turn her soft, peaceful gaze to [Y/n], a sweet smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
[Y/n] would always break down crying, reasons unknown. She rushed to the bathroom, gasping for air each time. She'd grip the sides of the pearly white sink, sobbing. Her tears would spiral down the sink drain, as more and more fell. Her heart ached each time, and Luna would be at her side, a sad frown pulling the corners of her mouth down. She would simply hug [Y/n], before vanishing.
Speaking of which, [Y/n] was currently in a nightmare, sweat pouring down her face.

•The Dream•
Glancing at the sink, the kitchen knife rested on the surface peacefully. [Y/n] stared at it blankly, her eyes dull. She followed it with her eyes, as it began to shake violently.
The sounds of a girl screaming boomed through the room, the knife shaking more. Blood poured off of it, filling the sink. [Y/n] burst out crying, terrified. She had no idea why she was here, but she was full of terror. Without realizing it, she picked up the knife, studying it. She turned to the tub, the silhouette of a person lay in the tub. Blood poured from its neck and arms, as it silently but quickly pushed itself out of the tub.
The silhouette stared directly at her, its face blurred out. It began murmuring, its murmurs becoming louder and louder as it grew closer. It began to chant the words as if they knew them by memory.
"It's all your fault. It's all your fault." It chanted, before it would disappear feet away from [Y/n]. The knife fell to the tile floor, clattering in a horrid way, before everything became deafly quiet.

[Y/n] jolted up out of the bed, sticky tears rolling down her cheeks.
  Luna sat on the side of her bed, staring at her sadly. [Y/n] shook her head, grasping her forehead with her hands. She glanced up, only to see Luna gone.
What happened? Luna died, didn't she? Something happened to her, didn't it? Why was this all happening?
Thoughts ran through [Y/n]'s head as she couldn't think straight. Flash backs flashed before her eyes, the sight of blood in two of them. Tears fell harder, as she took in deep breaths, so she wouldn't hyperventilate.
Her clock that hung off her wall read 10:54. She sighed, before pulling herself up off the bed. Quickly changing into a decent outfit, she went downstairs to find her mom cooking breakfast.
"Mom? Can you tell me how long the coma was now?" [Y/n] asked, as she stood on the bottom step.
Her mother set the stirring spoon she was currently using on the kitchen counter, before quietly turning around to face [Y/N].
"Are you sure you want to know?" Her mother laced her fingers together. "I'm worried it'll upset you, but I don't want to hurt you more than you already are."
"Yes, I'm sure Mom. It might surprise me, but I don't think it would hurt me." [Y/n] reassured. Her mom stood in silence for a moment or two, before turning her paled face toward her daughter.
"Your coma lasted for 3 years. You were going into 10th, but your coma lasted throughout 10th, 11th, and 12th. All your friends graduated...", she stared at her shoes, as [Y/n] was taken aback.
"Wait so you mean I had friends in highschool?" She asked. Her mother nodded, before giving her a puzzled look.
"You don't remember?" Her mother asked, to which [Y/n] shook her head in response. Her mother sighed. "I'm guessing that's an effect of your coma. Well, you had a big group of friends. They were all guys too, and you would come home crying because of a few of them. They would fight over you, too, I lectured you about that." Her Mom gave a small smile, and [Y/n] furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"What were their names?" [Y/n] asked.
"One was named Evan, but you used to call him Vanoss. Another was Bryce. Then you told me about one named Nogla, but his real name was David." Her mother responded.
"What did they look like?" [Y/n] asked, to which her mother furrowed her eyes in confusion.
"I don't know, but I know what Bryce looked like. Bryce had long bangs parted to one side. His hair was like blondish-brown. He is very tall, that's for sure."
[Y/n] stumbled back, as flashbacks of the boy appeared in her vision. The boy reached out to her, murmuring her name. She spoke, her hands shaking.
  "Bryce?" Her voice echoed, as she stumbled back a bit more and leaned over, becoming light headed. Her mother rushed to her side, and began to help her, telling her to breathe and to take it easy.
  But what she didn't know was that [Y/n] could remember everything about Bryce.
  Everything.