Through Heaven or Hell (William Macbeth X Female Reader)

Blue Skies and Sunshine

(Y/N) sighed as she opened the door to the tiny apartment she lived in. She hadn't been in it for three days and it was beginning to smell of stale air.

She wrinkled her nose at the scent. She always had been a bit more sensitive to smells. She couldn't get through work if something smelled particularly off. Although, since she always seemed to be tasting blood, almost everything had begun to be drowned out by the scent of blood.

Well, that isn't depressing, she thought irritably.

Stalking over to a window, she threw it open. Instantly, cold air rushed in. She flinched away from the chilly wind, swearing under her breath. She had forgotten how cold it had been that day.

Letting another loud sigh, she groaned, "Why is this happening to me?" She shot the ceiling a desperate look, trying to search for whatever gods existed out in the world. "Why do I have to die? What's the point?" Her voice grew loud and manic.

"I don't want to die!" she screamed. "Please, just let me live!" Tears coalesced in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt so strongly about surviving. Not for three years, at the very least.

How very depressing.

The fight left her body and she collapsed on the ground. Pain jolted through her legs, reminding her that she had walked too much earlier. She probably wouldn't be able to walk very well tomorrow either.

Everything about her condition sucked. It was miserable, living each day, uncertain of whether she would be able to live through the day. Pain medication never helped, either. She just existed, permanently in pain.

She gave a shaky laugh. It was so stupid, her trying to keep on living. Everything was going down the drain so fast that she wouldn't even be able to say that she lived a fun life while it had lasted. The closest thing she had gotten was her summers with her grandmother.

The tears seemed more threatening now. She missed her childhood. She missed going over to her grandmother's house. She missed being able to walk without being in extreme pain.

Now her grandmother was suffering dementia and she hated (Y/N) with a passion. Not that she blamed her. (Y/N) had made a horrible mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake that had cost the lives of who knows how many people? All she knew was that it had resulted in a carnage never before seen in the ranks of Angelus.

Corrine, her grandmother, had saved her. She had leapt in front of (Y/N), desperate to protect her granddaughter.

(Y/N) grimaced at the memory. It was a stupid decision on the other woman's part. She should've never protected her - especially after what she had done. The horror of that day still lingered in the back of her mind, ever-present and horribly vivid. (Y/N) didn't want the forgiveness that she didn't deserve.

That was probably why she wasn't too beat up over the fact her grandmother hated her now.

She stood up, forcing tears back. It wouldn't do to be weak. Not right now. Not with everything going on.

If anything, she could die with her strength rather than her weakness.

However, as she took a step forward, she bit back a cry of pain. Sitting down had been a stupid decision on her part. Her legs had cramped, the muscles now too tight to allow her to walk properly.

"Seven hells!" she screamed after unsuccessfully trying to remain silent. Her neighbors would probably come by to inform her of their complaints - as they always did, annoyingly enough - but she didn't care. It hurt too bad to try to stuff the pain down.