Ponder// Miniminter x reader

Part 1

"Hello?" You call downstairs.  You heard the door open and shut, but not any sign if the others.  You see Home alone.  Simon being with his parents, Vik and Josh in Dubai, JJ out with his new girlfriend in Africa.  Just you.

"Simon?" You call out as you hear absolutely nothing from downstairs, you lean over the railing for any sound or movement that you could catch a glimpse to.  Nothing.  

"This isn't funny, guys,"  you mumble as you begin to make your way downstairs.  As soon as your foot hit the last step, it became very quiet.  You regretted your decision to make yourself known to this invader and you couldn't turn back now.  You grabbed the baseball bat from the wall and raised it aboveboard your shoulder.  

You walked into the kitchen and looked around, then walked cautiously through the living room, the spare room that had the net across it.  You sighed a sigh of relief realising no one was home.  You drop the bat from your shoulders and turn to go back to your room.  

A man in dark clothing and pale hands stands behind you, holding  knife.  Before you can scream, he raises his knife, cutting it across you line of vision.  Your eyes wide as blood spills out onto your shirt and hands onto the floor.  You drop to your knees then the floor, as you lay on your back, blood seeping out of you as the invader runs.  You lay there.  Staring up at the ceiling, waiting for your life to fade away.  

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"Y/n,"  you hear.  It's enough to snap you out of your trance as you look up.  It's Vik, he's standing at the kitchen island with milk and a bowl of cereal.  You raise your eyebrows in response.  

"Are you alright,"  he asks.  

'No, Vik, I just had my throat sliced open and almost died, I'm perfectly fine,'

You nodded your head a small smile.  You swallow your words that you couldn't mutter anyway and flinched as it seemed down your throat.  You look down into your cereal bowl, pushing the spoon around as you found sudden disinterest in the bowl of Fruit Loops.  You hated eating with your throat. It hurt to swallow, you couldn't even speak without wincing in stinging pain.

After more of staring at the bowl you rose from your spot and put the bowl on the sink, heading back ulstairs to your bedroom.  You were exhausted.  It was the first afternoon back from the hospital where you've spent the past 2 weeks.  You just wanted to sleep in your own bed in your own comfortable clothing.  

You opened the door to your room the familiar scent crawling back to you as you carches onto your bed, careful to avoid the long slime of stitches across your neck.  You curl up under the blankets and close your eyes instantly.  

Because you couldn't speak, you'd mind as well ponder.

Why you couldn't speak?

The Sidemen, your best friends left for a few days.  Someone broke in and tried to kill you.  You survived, but at what cost, you couldn't speak.  The culprit slicing, tearing, your throat just enough to rapture your voice box.  It was highly likely you'd nevertheless speak again.  

You hated it. 

Because you couldn't talk you were stuck in your head and couldn't get out.  The screaming wouldn't be physchially embraced, you'd just be causes,in chaos in your head.  

You sat up in bed, rolling out suddenly not tired and stumble to your desk.  Pulling out  pen and a art book, you draw out the words. You colored  it and drew some nice curvy vines and flowers around it, copying it into the notebook.

"I'll ponder if something great, our lungs shall fill and then deflate"

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Okay so I really liked this idea, this is like my 15th work and I only have 2 of these 15 finished like omg I slack buttttt......

I like this idea. 

If you haven't caught on, it's miniminter x reader.  Reader is attacked during a home invasion of the Sidemen house and gets his/her neck sliced open.  By sheer luck he/she survives but with a cost.  You can't speak.  Yayyyyy.  

You'll be mute, but it's  a Gucci storyline if i ever comlete it, lol.  

All chapters will be about that short btw.  

Enjoy