Monstrous Things (Crowley x Reader)

Chapter IV - We Never Asked For This

Chapter IV - We Never Asked For This
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"So," Glenda spoke softly, "what did she say?"

An edge of your lips curled slightly, water rimming your eyes. You sniffled and looked upwards to avoid any tears falling. "She said, uh..." You cleared your throat, glancing over at your friend. "That I had a lot to say."

Glenda's head turned towards you, eyebrows stringing together. Her mouth was in a frown. "What?"

You smiled kindly, fakely, at her. "The counselor said that I had a lot to say. That it seemed it'd be best if I sought a therapist."

She hummed quietly to herself, gaze leaving you as she nodded her head. "Yeah, she kinda told me the same thing too."

You nudged her shoulder with your own, but her eyes remained on the scenery. "It's okay."

"Yeah," Glenda sighed, "I know." You reached out and grabbed her hand. In a mix of comfort and gloom you both sat there, undisturbed.

After a few minutes of silence, you spoke. "Are you going to tell your mom?"

"Eventually," she replied. "And you?"

"I have to." A determination settled in your voice, something you were not quite used to. "I have to do this for myself."

Out of the corner of your vision, you saw her lips twitch into a small smile. "I'm happy," she said.

You could tell she was not really happy.

You sat cross-legged in a dimly lit room alone, hands cuffed together by silver cuffs with strange markings. You didn't understand this type of restrainment, where would you go? What would you do? You were dead. However, oddly enough, the handcuffs brought on a feeling of numbness. It was as if all the nerves in your body had been sparking before, but now, the sparks flickered into resting embers.

All your life, numbness, emptiness had been something so familiar you could recognize its presence as it crept up your shoulders. However, this emptiness was different. With this emptiness, you felt not like you were missing something - but just that a part of you had shut down. It rested.

A creaky door swung open, light flooding in from the hall. You couldn't discern the figure standing in the doorway for a moment, squinting to try to block some of the light. Soon, your eyes adjusted and you met the gaze of Crowley. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

The door was slowly shut by another demon on the outside of the room. Your eyes shifted around, trying to look anywhere but him. He took two steps closer. Sucking in your breath, you faced him again, holding up your wrists. You rattled the cuffs, a quiet signal to be released.

He smirked faintly, before shaking his head. Defeated, you dropped your hands, looking down at your lap.

"Darling," he rumbled, "I suppose it is somewhat my duty to explain to you what is going on." An overwhelming sense of exhaustion suddenly dropped on you, your head swayed and eyelids drooped. You knew this type of weariness, and it was not from lack of energy. "Wouldn't you like to know what you are?" His tone was complacent.

Absentmindedly, you stared at the linoleum floor as you picked out imaginary dirt from underneath your fingernails. Four more taps of shoes approached you. Suddenly, pain ran through your scalp as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him.