The Silent Rose (abused and neglected mute reader x rwby)

Chapter Twelve:

Third Person POV

Y/n curled into a ball at his realization. He was going to end up killing everyone he loved if he didn't get out of there. He began to sense the fear in everyone around him, from nightmares to horror movies, it all came to him.

He looked toward his sister, she was awake now, concern across her face. He had to tell her what was wrong with him, but if he did, he knew it would kill her.

Ruby wanted to know what was wrong with her twin. She had felt him shoot up out of bed. When she saw him looking down his shirt in fear, she knew that there was something more than just PTSD that was affecting him.

Ruby put a hand on his shoulder, "What haven't you been telling me?"

Y/n put his head down. A tear slowly rolled down his cheek as he reactivated the holographic screen and began to explain the day he found their mother again... and how he was slowly turning into a monster.

Yang POV

We all sat in silence. Y/n explained his... condition, to us, even going as far as to show the infected veins across his body. The darkness in his heart was even more concerning.

His heart was just as visible as the rest if his blackened veins. The dark mass in the center of his chest was as clear as day.

The fear in his eyes was very apparent. Tears crept their way down his face. His eyes weren't any better, though.

His silver eyes were seemingly warding off the blackness that crept toward them. The veins in his eyes were black until they got close to the iris, where it seemed to avoid it.

Weiss was upset. I couldn't tell if it was anger or fear or sadness. I knew she was getting feelings for him, after all. So was Blake.

Blake had heard an edited version of the story, shocked at how there was a Grimm infection that could turn you into one of them. I knew that, because I felt the same.

Ruby was crying. The thought of losing her brother again must be incredibly tough on her. She'd been through most of her life without him, always in a depressed stupor after he left. When he came back, her eyes had that brightness that she had when we were little.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether to be sad or angry or... anything. I felt empty. Like a feeling that should've been there wasn't. It hurt, to be quite honest. And because of that, I hated myself.

But we all had one feeling. One that we could feel in one another. And it was hate toward whoever created this virus that was killing my brother. Whether it be patient zero or Summer, the one I considered my mother at a time. We wanted justice for this... crime, against humanity.

Ruby rubbed her eyes and sniffled. She cleared her throat and spoke, "How... how long has Ozpin known about this?"

Y/n took a moment before responding, "Since I joined Beacon. Uncle Qrow knows too." His screen seemed to be a little shaky, "They've been trying to keep it secret so it doesn't cause mass panic."

We sat in silence for a few more moments. Y/n was going to be locked up in a cage when his "transformation" took over, that was if he was being monitored as much as he said he was.

Y/n was still in his PJs, which meant that the scar along his neck was very visible. The scar looked almost the complete same as when he was younger, albeit a bit faded. The darkness had affected it too, what should've been a red or pink scar, were lines of dark grey skin trying to repair itself.

Ruby got up and hugged her twin who was also crying. They began whispering to each other, most likely comforting words to each other. We watched as they gave empty promises of seeing each other again, Y/n knew it too, I could see it in his eyes.

The rest of the day was spent trying to comfort the twins. Our attempts were growing futile, and our time was running out. We tried to spend the day as close as we could to them, to spend those last few moments with them before he went away.

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Okay, shitty, short chapter. But I need to make an announcement.

I've been going through a rough spot right now. Last Friday was the first time I've ever truly considered suicide, and I feel alone. I know that you're frustrated that my schedule is inconsistent, but I'm going to need more patience right now till I get my life sorted out. I'm still going to write, I'm still going to continue this story, but I'm going to have to stop trying to force myself to write when I can't.

When I mean I can't, I mean that nothing truly comes from my heart anymore, making chapters either not make sense or feel like I could've done better. I know that you've probably seen this with other authors, if you haven't and this is new, I'd just like to say sorry.

I'm sorry I'm going to stop for a while, or at least slow down even more than usual. This feels like a cop out, but I'm not enjoying myself anymore. This is said with a lot of things. Videogames, reading, drawing, and playing sports. All I ever do now, other than go to school, is lay in bed and sulk.

All I'm saying is, I need time to face the creature inside me, finally. I've been ignoring it for too long and I need to finally fix my life. I don't want to spend my life drowning in alcohol and maybe come to an even worse point. I'll still be on Wattpad, it's my escape. But when you read this, I'm sorry, and I'll try to update once the smoke clears.

For now...

Goodbye/Goodnight...

~ Author - with best wishes and apologies