Wilted Petals

🌹°~Chapter 10~°🌹

Back with (Y/n)
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Y/n)'s POV

"F-fuck." I groaned as I cluched my chest and eyed the bloody petals resting in my palm.

I had immediately regretted speaking as I brought my hands up to clutch my pained throat; not caring when I smeared the blood all over my bandaged neck.

I whimpered as my throat began subtly burning. But then again, that's nothing new.

My throat hadn't gotten better at all since Wendy left a few days ago. Well, I think it was a few days ago. I haven't been keeping track of time while I've been suffering within my walls.

I slowly release my neck from my own grasp and lazily wiped my bloody hands on my already crimson-stained blankets.

I looked at my tattered bed and noticed how disgusting it really was. The bedding itself wasn't made, there were a few tears in it here and there, certain spots were dampened from my tears, and lastly it had my finished letters scattered across it.

I scrunch my face in disgust and heave a heavy sigh. 'I'm such a pig.' I thought humorlessly as I tried to lighten my mood.

I eyed all the scattered letters and felt a blanket of accomplishment and satisfaction wash over me. A small smile tried to creep it's way to my lips before realization struck me hard.

'It's not like I'm even gonna need these letters. I've been getting better by the day.' I lied to myself. 'I bet I look even better than I did a week ago.' I smiled at the thought of being myself again.

With the thought in mind, I shakily move my unsteady legs off the bed and throw them over the side of my bed. I initially flinched at the cold wooden floor making contact with my feet.

Feeling motivated, I placed my trembling arms on both sides of me, then push myself off my bed.

I wave of accomplishment washed over me as I was now standing on my own. I haven't left my bed since last night, yet it feels like this is my first time walking in years.

I lift my foot in an attempt to walk forward, but a felt a wave of being unbalanced almost knock me back.

I struggle to grab something to hold me but I instead began to lean on my bed for support. I whimpered at the sudden contact, but then my mind suddenly began buzzing with questions.

Why did that hurt so much? Why can't I stand properly?

Pushing them all away, began my journey to the bathroom. I held onto everything that would help me and nearly fell over a few times. I didn't dare look behind me as I knew that my walls were now littered in bloody hands prints.

As I finally stumbled into my bathroom, I leaned onto the sink and cluched it as it my life depended on it. My eyes had begun wavering and the world around had begun to spin. My throat had begun to burn in a way it never has before. It felt as if I had swallowed an ignited match.

I tried to cough in an attempt to calm it's irritating itch that followed the unsettling burn, yet it did nothing.

Fear began to swarm throughout my being as I feared the worse possible scenarios. 'Whats happening to me!?' I pondered as a raised one hand to clutch my fiery throat.