Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғᴏᴜʀ: ᴅᴇᴊᴀ ᴠᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

*WARNING: MENTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS AND ABUSE;; TRIGGERS (SELF-DEMEANING);; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

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(Y/n) twiddled her thumbs together, her heart continuing to pound as she stared at the beaten girl that lay unconscious in the hospital bed for almost eight hours. Amy always looked so beautiful — to the attorney and many others — so it made her situation all the more heart-shattering.

Such a gorgeous, wonderful human being she was. Always striving to help others and be there for those who needed someone. Her face was always smiling in front of others, even as Mark sat behind her and pulled her strings.

If only she weren't so incredibly naive and oblivious. She may have been able to avoid Mark and have seen through his intentions.

But then again, where would (Y/n) be if so? She would never imply that she was happy that Amy had been treated so awfully, but she had a feeling that it was her only saving grace.

Amy saved her life, pretty much.

And now, she was trying to do it again.

"He's going to hurt you! He's coming for you!"

The girl let out a sigh, leaning her head back against the wall. Amy was trying to warn her — she wouldn't even let the doctors help her. As a matter of fact, she fought them. Amy so desperately seemed to want to tell (Y/n) what she had in her mind. What had Mark done to her? What did he say?

"N-No.."

(Y/n) turned her attention back to a stirring Amy, who was gripping the bed sheets beside her as her closed eyes crinkled together in discomfort.

"Please s-stop h-hitting me." She whispered, making (Y/n) get up out of her chair and move quickly to the girl's side.

".. Amy?"

The girl that was addressed aggressively turned in the bed, gripped the IV's on her arm to try to rip them out in her sleep.

"I won't let you hurt her!"

"Amy!"

The small structured girl's eyes flew open, and shortly after, sat up in the bed, her chest heaving up and down as her alertness enveloped the room. She soon turned her terrified eyes to meet (Y/n)'s, becoming meek again as she stared at the fear in the attorney's eyes.

"I-I'm sorry... I h-had a nightmare—"

(Y/n)'s hand wrapped around Amy's gently, causing both girls to look at each other in confusion and hesitance.

"It's okay, Amy. You're safe here."

"But you aren't."

(Y/n) could feel herself uncomfortably shift above Amy's panicked gaze. She didn't want to talk about this. She was hoping and praying that this was a lie; that this was Amy's bluff.

But (Y/n) knew all too well that it wasn't.

"A-Amy, you need to rest—"

"I'm trying to help you, (Y/n). I-I don't want to scare you, but you need to know!"

"What did he say to you?" (Y/n) asked, kneeling down at Amy's bed side, keeping a firm, yet soft grip on Amy's bruised hand. She could feel the brunette girl start to shake slightly. Whether that was from the chilled temperature now resting on her thin body from the room or the past occurrences she was reliving, she wasn't sure.

"H-He just...."

"What did he do, Amy?"

The hospitalized girl looked up at (Y/n), her eyes glazed over in tears.