Empty Shell - Yandere X Reader

Empty Bottles

I had lost track of time since I had arrived at the house. There were no clocks in the house and I didn't have my phone either. My only sign of time was the sun moving from outside my bedroom window. It was pretty useful actually. I could always tell what time of day it was by just looking out the window. Sometimes I found myself just sitting on my bed and staring out the window. I watched the waves crash on the sand and I would try to find shapes in the clouds if there were any. I would stare out the window for so long that I would start picking at the window frame's paint without knowing it. There were several places on the frame that were just wood because the white paint was gone. I had stayed in my room of most of the time since Thomas hit Walker. I don't really know why. I guess it's just because I was kind of mad at Thomas and didn't want to see him unless I absolutely had too. Like, when I was hunger. Thomas and I had an unspoken system for whenever there was food. He would come and knock on the door and once I saw his feet from under the door go away, I would come out. Sometimes he would stay by the door for a long time. Probably in the hopes I would come out and talk to him. But I never did. I just grabbed my food from the kitchen and ignored Thomas who always had a depressed face on when I passed by.

I had started to become more friendly again after one night. I was having trouble sleeping, because I was thinking of my plan to get Walker out. I was tossing in turning in bed. Then, the door slowly creeped open. Thomas stepped in. When he saw me he jumped a little. He then blushed and looked away. "Sorry, I thought you were asleep still." He whispered. I rolled my eyes and sat up a bit. "Why would you come into my room while I was sleeping?" I asked, kind of worried for myself. He shrugged and then walked a little closer to me. I scooted closer to the edge of the bed and pulled my blanket up. "I, um, have nightmares. It just makes me feel better to be with someone," he nodded his head slowly. I couldn't help but relate of course. I felt the same way with my nightmares. I patted my hand on the bed to let him know it was okay to lay down. He smiled and quickly got in bed with me. I laid back down and turned to face him. "I have dreams too. What are your's about?" I asked, speaking as quiet as possible. There wasn't really a need to talk softly. I just thought I had to since it was night. Thomas sighed. "Uh, car crash. How about you?"

A strong aroma of salt and sunscreen fill the crisp clean air. The calming sound of the waves crashing gently onto the sandy shore, and the not so quite children screaming and splashing in the water, playing games and having fun. Parents stand at the shore watching over there young carefully, like a hawk. The feeling of the hot sun mixed with panic and fear. The parents start to fade away. And soon so do the children. No one around, just a small boy watching me as I cry for help. Thrashing my arms and legs violently. My frantic screams silenced by water rushing into my lungs. My body desperate to rest while my brain tries to convince me to keep fighting. But sometimes the body wins over the mind. My vision blurring as I give up and start to sink like a rock. The boy watched carefully and looking as if he was making mental notes of the dark occasion. My vision almost complete dark, I let out one finally plead for help as I fall into a long sleep. But just before I finally die, the boy started to look familiar. His brown hair and freckles gave him a striking resemblance to none other then my captive. Thomas.

I jump up and breathed heavily. I glanced out the window. It was still dark out. The moon was up high and the stars were still out. I felt something crawling down my forehead. I wiped it with my hand and then looked at it. My hand was wet because my forehead was full of sweat. I sighed loudly. I felt like there was no hope of me going back to sleep after that dream. My door was slightly open and I could see down the hallway. There was a blue light that shown across the floor. I also heard two voices talking. But I could tell what they were saying. I became curious, and seeing how I probably wasn't going to be able to sleep anyway, I got out of bed to go see what was happening. As I crept down the hall, the voices became loud and more distinguished. One was a women's voice and the other I noticed was Thomas's. In the living room was Thomas. He was watching the news and holding a beer can in his hand. There were actually several empty cans scattered around the area. Thomas was talking loudly to himself or at the tv. His speech was kind of slurred and incoherent. "What a bunch of ducking idiots. They know nothing!" Thomas threw his hands around in the air. He was obviously mad. I furrowed my eyebrows and decided to speak up. "You're not twenty one yet," I said. He turned to me. He was a little shocked but then started to chuckle quietly. "You weren't saying that at the dance. I remember you said the punch was spiked and you were slightly drunk," Thomas pointed out. I rolled my eyes but smiled. I then sat down beside him on the couch. He grabbed another can from the small table beside him and opened it. "What some?" He held it in front of me. I shrugged and took it. I didn't think that drinking would be that big of a deal considering I was kidnapped. Thomas put his arm around me. I tensed a little but become more comfortable pretty quickly. "So what were you yelling at before I came in?" I asked after I took a drink. He sighed and then pointed at the tv. I looked at it and realised what the news was about. It was a segment about us. They were currently talking about Walker. "Walker Manson was an average kid his parents say. He was happy and had great friends," said the news lady. Thomas shook his head and scoffed. "That's not true at all! Walker was severally depressed and lonely until I came along! He hated Ava and loved being with me. He had no friends and his parents neglected him," Thomas rambled. I looked at him confused. Thomas flipped off the tv. "I was his favourite person. I still am! He'll love me no matter what I do! It's-it's kind of insane," he laughed. He was clearly drunk and would opened up about things easily. I decided to use this opportunity to help Walker escape. I scooted closer to him. "So where is Walker in this... House?" I gestured in front of me. Thomas took a long drink before answering. "He's in a room down the other hall I think. He never comes out of there unless I tell him too," Thomas shrugged. I nodded and grinned happily. "I-I-I don't know why he locks himself in there. I would let him come out here and hang out if he wants but he acts like... Scared of me? I don't know why but-" I put my hand over his mouth and shushed him. He started laughing and laid his head on my shoulder. He patted my other shoulder and kept laughing loudly. "Okay, thanks for sharing but I really need you to just answer my questions. Now focus, where are the keys to get out of here?" I pushed him off of me. He looked at me with a lot of confusion. Thomas took a long time to process my question. "I think they're in my room in a drawer. Buuuut the drawer's locked and I have the key in meh pockettt!" He patted his pants pocket. "Can I have the key?" I slowly tried to reach for it. "No no no! Silly," he tapped my nose. He then suddenly became really sad while looking at me. He frowned and put his hand on my arms. "W-Why don't you love me? I love you. With all my heart! And soul! And everything else," he put a hand over his heart. I cringed and pulled away a bit. I shook my head. "I just want you to love me... That's why I brought you here. Cause I just assumed you would remember me!" His eyes started to water. I sighed and grabbed my beer can. I took a drink because I really needed it if we were going to talk about love. Thomas randomly grabbed my face and kissed me. I stared at his with wide eyes. He giggled at me and then put his hand on my leg. I felt extremely uncomfortable but then I got an idea. Maybe if I just let him kiss me, I can grab the keys. He put his hand back on my cheek and then leaned in for a kiss. I held my breath as I let him kiss me. I opened my eyes and glance at his pocket. He was clearly distracted with kissing so I slowly reached my hand into his pocket. I quickly pulled it out and then pushed him away. "Thanks for the kiss," I smiled and patted his chest. He looked at me confused. "Y-You're welcome...?" He scratched his neck. I stood up and walked to my bedroom. I slowly closed the door and locked it. I then hid the key on a shelf in my closet. When I hopped into bed, I couldn't help but smile. I knew how to get Walker out. Everything was coming up (Name).