No One Cares || Danti ✔️

5.

"Felix won't hurt me. Even if he tried, he would have to get past Dark," I try to reassure myself and listen to Mark's words.

Running my hands through my hair, I rinse my face off with cold water. My hands were still trembling, but I could easily hide that.

"I just want to show the world that you... are weak." Die's voice enters my head and I can't stand it. "As weak as those puny humans."

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" I scream, holding my hands over my ears.

"Anti?" Someone knocks on the door and all of the voices stop. I collect myself quickly, swallowing the knot out of my throat.

"Y-yeah I'm fine," I defend unconsciously.

"Come to the kitchen when you're done, please," Sean says.

"Okay," my voice cracks. I dig my nails into my palms, feeling the slight sting.

I open the door and walk into the kitchen, seeing Dark and Seán standing there waiting.

I look at them, putting my head down. I knew what this was about. My palm goes a little numb when I start to dig my nails in them again.

"Are you okay?" Dark asks, stepping forward.

"N-no," I sob out, spinning around and hiding my face. "Felix is not Die. I know that. Felix is a good person. Die was not. Felix is not Die. But you didn't see what I did in that room. You didn't feel what I felt," I pause to try and control my breathing.

"Anti, it's okay to be scared-" Seán began but I cut him off.

"No!" I shout, "no, it's not okay to be scared. It's not okay for me to be scared! It's not okay for me to be scared," I whimper, running up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, slamming the door closed.

I slide down the door, sobbing into my arms. My emotions were controlling me, and I didn't like it one bit. After a few minutes, there's a light knock on the door.

"L-leave me alone..." I whisper.

"Anti... please let me in," Dark replies, his voice having a troubled twinge.

I sob harder into my arms, not wanting him to see me like this. I don't care how long we've been together. I don't care that he's seen me cry before. Right now is different.

"Anti, it's okay to be scared..."

I stand up and almost break the door when I open it. I pull him inside and shut it again. He stumbles a bit from the force when I pull him in, but he regains balance.

"I don't know what to do, Dark," I bawl.

He pulls me into his arms, running his fingers through my hair. He listens rather than speak, knowing I wouldn't be able to think rationally about his advice.

"I thought I would feel safer here, but I don't. I don't feel safe anywhere," I mumble, probably sounding incoherent.

He lifts me by my thighs and sets me on the dresser, trying to understand what I was saying.

"A-and," I begin again, getting worked up, "it's w-worse when-" I hiccup, tears spilling over.

"When what?"

"No One Cares, Dark." I lift my shirt and wipe my tears. I was wrong. I know that. I don't know where this was coming from.

He grabs my arms gently. "Hey, listen to me. I'm here. I care. Talk to me."

I hiccup once more and wipe my eye harshly with my shirt. He massages my head, embracing my tiny frame.

"I'm here," he says softly. "I will listen to every detail you have to describe and I will hear every word you say."

•How was this?•