The Girl who Survived Hell (h2odelirious x reader) [completed]

Let it happen

  "Marcel, come on buddy please!" You screamed, trying to get Marcel to respond.

  Your hands were covered in Marcel's blood, it was dripping from in between your fingers. You felt Marcel's pulse on his neck, he was alive.

  "Somebody help! Please someone hurry!" You screamed and screamed but no one answered.

  "Y-Y/N, st-stop yel-yelling." Marcel whispered quietly to you.

  "Marcel! Listen stay with me, okay?" The tears came down so quickly, for you and Marcel.

  "Please, ju-just let this hap-happen." Marcel whispered to you gently.

  "No. No this isn't going to happen okay? Just stay calm and you'll get out of this alive." You continued to hold Marcel's wrists, stopping the blood.

  "Somebody please! Please hurry! He's dying!" You screamed as loud as you could, but to no avail.

  "I saw Ev-Evan and Cr-Craig. They said I could have a house." Marcel whispered to you.

  "I saw them too. In the dark town. They said I could have a house too, but in time." You whispered back quietly, trying to keep him calm.

  "I just want to watch the stars." Marcel said, tears falling down his face. You pulled him close, putting your forehead on his.

  "Me too buddy, me too." You pulled him into your chest, hugging him tightly.

  You heard a noise of people come into the house. You started to kick the wall with your foot, making as much noise as possible, but without screaming, you didn't want to upset Marcel.

  You kicked and kicked as hard as you could, until you heard someone come up the stairs. You didn't let go of Marcel as Scotty entered the room.

  "What the fuck is that n- MACREL!" Scotty screamed, seeing what had happened. He ran over and knelt down with you and Marcel, he put his hands over yours, covering his wrists.

  "Go get Brock, please. He can help stop the bleeding, hurry." You whispered to Scotty.

  Scott got up, wiped his tears, and ran down the stairs, frantically getting help from Brock. You heard a commotion, and then footsteps running up the stairs.

  Jonathan ran in the room, coming to help you with covering Marcel's wrists, while Brock got bandages and things to clean the wound.

  "Just g-go, it's my time. Evan said so!" Marcel yelled, trying to get you and Jon to let go.

  "What? Marcel, Evan isn't here." Brock said, he sounded so scared and confused.

  "Marcel, look at me. Craig told me it was someone was going to die, but that's not going to happen." You looked at Marcel in his dark brown eyes as you spoke.

  "Please! Please I want to be with them! Please let me go! Let me see them again! Let me have my own house! Let me watch the stars!"

  Marcel's eyes filled once again with tears, watching them fall down his face was something indescribable. The emotional stress he must be feeling was unbelievable.

  "You can watch the stars with me. You can see them again when you sleep, I promise. Marcel Cunningham, you have me." You watched how his breathing went from fast and scattered, to calm and consistent.

  "You're not Evan or Craig. I could always do those things with you, you're alive. You're happy."

  "Alive doesn't mean happy, and neither does being dead. Come watch the stars with me." You pulled him close again, hugging him tightly.

  "Okay. Okay. I'll watch the stars with you."

  Marcel pulled away from the hug and let Brock fix up his cuts. For the rest of that day, you and Jon kept a close eye on him, making sure he doesn't try anything again.

  It started to get dark, and it was your turn to make dinner. You made steak and mash potatoes, with just water to drink.

  "Damn Y/N, this is good as hell!" Tyler said, stuffing his face like a pig.

  "Thank you Tyler, if you like it so much, eat it slow, not like a pig." Everyone laughed, including Tyler.

  "Oh I get it! Cause of Wildcat and stuff! That's funny!" David said, making everyone laugh, but ruined the joke.

  After dinner you stole Jonathan's blue hoodie, and took Marcel outside. You guys found an open spot in the yard, and laid down in the grass. You looked up and saw the stars, the beautiful glowing orbs in the sky.

  "I like to think that two of those stars are Craig and Evan." Marcel said, continuing to look at the sky.

  "Me too. My family is up there too, watching me." You said, imagining your parents watching over you.

  "You had the dreams too?" Marcel rolled over and looked at you.

  "Yeah. I did." You rolled over to face him.

"I guess you're faded then too. I didn't expect that from you, me? Yeah, you? No." Marcel looked up at the sky again.

"I've lost my mind. I'm insane. I can't control my thoughts anymore." You responded to Marcel.

"I'm just suicidal. In some ways I'm insane, and some ways you are suicidal too. I've seen the way you look at your gun when you hold it. I look at it the same way. Like if you put it to your head and pulled the trigger, life would be better." You saw a tear roll down Marcel's face.

"When I lose control, and I put a gun to my head, I smile, like I enjoy it." You responded.

"Hey, that's not you. When Jessica did what she did, I watched you choke her. I watched your eyes. It like they were, almost lifeless. Like you had no purpose, except to kill."

Marcel let the words hang in the air, and with that, those were the last words spoken. You just watched the stars, thinking of everyone that was watching over you. Before you knew it, sleep consumed your body.