*takes place at the hospital. Note that this is what's happening in Reid's mind.
*Trigger Warning*
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The dark alley overtakes me.
I see her standing, glowing as if an angel, smiling without a care in the world.
She calls, she calls for me.
"Reid, my small bean. Come here." She whispers, the darkness swallowing her.
I stagger towards her, the darkness enveloping me as I make my way through the darkness.
I see her once more, but she's not alone.
Father's figure holds her hips, mum's arms wrapped around his neck. They dance in the dim light, swaying gently to an inaudible tune.
His hands trail to her spine, caressing it gently before twirling her, a cold smile on his lips.
What she doesn't know is the knife he is holding behind her back.
Father's free hand strokes her cheeks, lifting her chin as she looks at him, too occupied to notice the knife aligned to her spine.
The lie he plays.
The false love.
Father pulls her close; closer until the space between them becomes nonexistant.
The kiss they share, the false love behind it.
Then his hand strikes, piercing mum's back with the sharp blade of a knife.
Mum doesn't flinch, kissing a chaste kiss to her husband.
Again, and again, and again, he stabs her.
Blood bubbles at her lips, but Father doesn't mind.
When he lets her go, she falls, her knees weakening as she drops on father's chest.
He holds her once more, in a deadly embrace void of any love.
Though mum's gaze is now on me. The light in her eyes fades with every passing second.
Her last words kill me.
I blink, and once more, I am pulled into the darkness.
The embrace of death overtakes me.
His trimmed beard brushes atop my head, his bony hands holding me in an embrace with the touch of fire.
Father holds me, close to himself.
It burns. His touch burns.
It's poison.
He puts knife in my hand, holding it towards the sky.
I blink, and mum appears before me, beautiful without a scratch.
She falls, she falls, onto me.
I jerk, father's fingers holding my hand in the sky, her body closer and closer.
I try to pull, I kick and struggle, I cry out his name. I cry out his title.
Father, father, father.
The blood splatters, her body making contact with the blade I hold, going straight through her chest.
I squelching sound of blood greets my ears.
The sound of father's cold laugh rings in my head, banging against my skull in a killing headache.
An ache I can never understand.
An ache I can never rid of.
Words I can never forget.
Your fault, your fault, your fault.
She collapse atop us both, atop me the most. Her dead eyes stares at me, void of emotion but a fire of blue burning to an end.
More, more, more.
Everytime I blink, everytime I breathe.
Another appears. Another scenario, another painful death.
His grip is too strong, his voice is too empowering.
His lie is too real.
He pushes me from behind, and I make contact with mum's body; her own falling off an invisible ledge.
She falls and falls, and the sound of bones breaking fills the dark atmosphere.
Every death pains me, every splatter of blood kills me.
Your fault, your fault, your fault.
"Stop." I whisper, clutching my head as I watch another death. Another,
Another.
Another.
"Stop."
He holds me there, he holds me as I watch her die, over and over again.
"Please, stop."
I fall to both knees, shaky as another death takes place. Another scream, another splatter of blood.
All of a sudden, everything goes quiet.
Too quiet.
I look up and see him. The demon residing in me.
He reaches out, asking me for surrender.
I know I shouldn't. I know once I walk this path I can never go back. I can't let him overtake me. I can't fall deeper than I already have.
But nevertheless I take his hand.
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Our Tainted Dream
Romance"Don't tell me the only thing you miss about her are her cookies." She laughs, elbowing my ribs. "That's just depressing." I laugh too, putting on a smile I haven't put on for a long time. "Of course not." I sigh, ruffling her messy locks. "Her cook...
