Call Me Insane (Wilford Warfstache X Reader)

Chapter 18 - crash

I lost my dreams
And now my body is ripping at the seams
The deep oceans seep through my skin
The water is colder than any sin

As my eyes open, everything that had previously happened flashes before me. There was a pain in my head and I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs or for what I had done because of them. I turn over in a bed that I previously vowed to never even touch, finding it empty. Now I knew why I tried to forbid lying here. For a moment I tried to convince myself it was all just a nightmare. I tried to tell myself that none of the things that occurred actually happened. Did I like him for a moment? Did I enjoy his company? No...No I couldn't have. But as my eyes catch motion in the corner of the room, I am faced with the truth.

He was standing there, hands in his pockets. He was looking at me with a blank expression. He seemed lost. Possibly as lost as me.

"Get up."

"I-"

"Get up."

I hesitantly make my way to my feet, staring at him through the tense air. His eyes fueled the fire as he stared back. He remained silent and it was unnerving. Screw the idea of being able to hear a needle drop. With this silence, the sound of the needle could make your eardrums bleed.

He takes a sudden step towards me and with my instincts I take a step back. Stopping immediately, his eyes look back to mine again.

"I want you to know that nothing ever happened, Madame."

He let the words float in the air. They find their way to me, sticking onto my skin, creating an unbearable itch. Those words were unstable. Disturbed.

"You say that-"

"I say it because it is the truth. That's what happens when you take those drugs."

"That is bs and you know it. Something happened-"

"That is enough...There was absolutely no emotion in that. It was only to feel good for ourselves. It was selfishness, not selflessness. Not to mention, we were on Ecstasy. It was expected. And you are acting like we had intercourse. Madame. That is extremely inappropriate and, dear god, as your leader, teacher, and doctor I forbid that."

An anger deep within me began to build. My throat was burning with words, their flames licking towards my mouth.

"First off. Since when did I label you as such?! All you are to me is a sad, grown man who finds pleasures in killing others. To me you are a murderer. A psycho. And, secondly, when did I ever imply that we had sex?! We didn't! I know that! But I hope you realize that what happened wasn't nothing. It is not a part of this 'appropriate' business you speak of. And if you knew that was going to happen, why did you let it?"

He could see explosions in his eyes and I tense. He bursts across the room, grabbing me by the color, raising me in the air.

"I TOLD YOU! TO FEEL GOOD! I NEED TO FEEL GOOD!"

He throws me to the ground and a small, sharp exhale leaves my body. The air from my lungs escapes me for a moment. I feel a stinging sensation throughout the whole back side of my being.

He towers over me and I feel a cold chill run through my veins.

"You better be lucky I don't feel like Insanity right now. The devil knows what I would do to you."

He said these words through clenched teeth, glowering over me. I stare up at him, suddenly helpless. The scorching words were suffocated within me.

"Why won't you just except your life, damn it? Why won't you just except this is who you are now?"

He squeezes his eyes shut but when he opens them again, he looks forward. Pushing a piece of hair that had fell in front of his face back into its place, he closes his eyes once more. He takes a deep, shaky breath before looking down to me. For a moment I could see a short flash of regret in his eyes.