Hey! Sorry for the long wait! I've been busy with school. Anyways, thank you soo much for the lovely comments on my last chapter, you guys are so sweet!
Pd: i've seen Avangers Endgame last Friday and i think i want to write some shots about it, what do you think?
When (Y/n) was about to brush her freezing fingertips with the metallic handle , she felt a soft yet dreadful breeze go past her. Tenebrous clouds rolled in over head, concealing away the beaming sun and replacing the atmosphere in a coated darkness.
Something was different, and (Y/N) knew it.
She opened the door anyways, dashing through the gloomy hallways and almost tripping with the endless marble stairs.
She finally found the well-known dark brown oak door on the end of the corridor of the third floor.
"What is it, what is it" She repeated in her head, her body getting so nervous that her hands began to disappear.
"If you don't learn to control your powers, you're useless"
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" She screamed on her head, the memory of her father tormenting her to the point in where her almost not visible hands began shaking in fear as she tried to take out the silver cooking knives she hid under her bed.
She heard the familiar taps of rain on her dusty window, faint, but in her middle panic attack they felt like gunshots breaking glass.
The poor girl grew even more paranoid, a strange yet in-some-way-comforting atmosphere breaking in her senses.
She gripped the knife hard on her hand and managed to get up, her shaky legs almost going through the floor as her powers were out of control.
"What is it? Wh-what-"
Her world stopped.
In the middle of chaotic silence and raindrops falling down the windows a sort of magic appeared in the air. It was so hard to describe and explain that her breath got caught on her throat.
Why did she suddenly get this familiar feeling, like something or somebody that had gone missing for a long time appeared again, filling the world with a sparkle of joy and magic.
And (Y/N) was right, because out of thin air, Five was back.
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Ghost || Number Five || The Umbrella Academy
RandomMaybe Mr. Reginald Hargreeves only adopted 7 gifted children, but that didn't mean that the other 36 were not alive. A Number Five x Reader book
