overdose | kth✓

-seven-

-Y/N'S POV-
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I woke up to the sound of whistling. I looked around me. Nothing in sight. I quickly got up and started walking towards, where I thought, the whistling was coming from. Have I heard this before? I feel like I have. A strong feeling.

I got closer. But if I went any further, there would be just dark.  And all you could see was Light and Darkness. And I was at the border of it. Still in Light, I cocked my head to the side, "Where are you?" I whispered.

'It' kept whistling. Now, I really started recognizing this tune. I closed my eyes and listened carefully. It's trying to lure me in. I reached my hand out for anyone in that darkness to grab. I was ready. No more Light. Just more Darkness. As I waited there, I started whistling along. Brother, let's cry.. I sung quietly.

I opened my eyes. No one had grabbed me. By then, the whistling stopped. "Why didn't you take me? I don't deserve this light anyways." I said.

I decided to put my arm into Darkness. It felt cold a little. But as I pulled my arm away from it, I smiled.

I took a step closer, "Come with us." A voice said.

"You'll be free." Said another.

I walked into it. Leaving Light behind. I couldn't see anywhere.

"Y/N, take this pill." A familiar voice said. I couldn't make out who it was though, 'his' voice was faint, but enough for me to hear.

I held out my hands, and sure enough, something had fallen onto the palm of my hand.

I quickly took it. I felt it already taking effect. Because soon enough, I had fallen back onto the ground.

. . .

I gasped and sat up, breathing for air. Holy shit. One of those dreams again. For some odd reason, I keep having dreams, about these certain things. Where I see 'them' or something involving 'them' happens.

Who are they?

I realized something about my room looked different. There were a bunch of scratch marks on some of the walls, and my door. What the hell happened? Okay, I don't remember myself at all getting up at night and doing this. There's just a bunch of scratched on words.

I got up, and looked at them.

Suicidal.

Liar.

Don't wake up.

Just leave.

Don't come back.

Open the doors.

Let yourself out of this.

I smiled. Hah. They can read my mind, can they. I giggled.

Just only then, I realized I look like if I'm about to go insane.

I went into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. "You're gonna go insane, dummy. Don't let yourself."

I giggled. Okay, whatever.