Bury Me Face Down BNHAxReader

19. Memories (pt. 1)

TW: Violence against children, more gore than usual.

You could hear your sister's soft breaths from across the hall. They sounded like she was saying "pah" on every exhale. It was incredibly relaxing. You were thankful that you and your sister kept your doors open at night, the household sounds kept you company. The cloud and frog mobile that hung from the ceiling above your bed was hypnotizing, and with the relaxing breathing of your older sister, Akio, and the circling shapes you fell asleep.

You began to dream of the news, you'd seen your dad, a popular Pro-Hero arrest a bad guy earlier that day, and the video was infiltrating your subconscious. He was a grimey looking man, well at least in your mind he was, greasy green hair and piercingly evil green eyes. His skin was sallow and left a lot to be desired, pockmarked and scarred. Maybe that was the dirt and the bruises from his arrest... you couldn't tell. His snarl exposed smoker yellow teeth, sharpened into points, like a predator. He wore a now dirtied white button down dress shirt and shimmering green-gold dress pants. One of your dad's sidekicks carries the accompanying green -gold jacket and cane.

You began to hear someone cackle maniacally, but no one on the screen was laughing. You looked around your family's sitting room. No one was with you. You sat alone, not quite 6 years old, neither of your siblings nor your mother were in the room with you. "Mama?" You whispered quietly, fear gripping your heart in an icy grip. No one responded. The evil laughter began to fill every inch of your brain, and your hands clawed at your ears to try and block the sound from entering your head any further.

Your eyes flew open. There you were, not in front of the television, but in your bed. Tears pricked at your eyes, you were so happy that the dream was over. The mobile above your bed continued to spin, you would go get your mother. She would sing a lullaby or put on a light show, to help you fall asleep. A small smile crept onto your small, round face. Your favorite part about going to sleep was waking up, especially when your dreams were haunted by the scary villains of the seedy underworld.

Small feet, with glitter nail polish on most of your toe nails, and toes, clumsily landed on the floor. You knew the way to your parents' room. Your dad was still on patrol, but mama was home. As you stood, the sudden urge to hide struck your gut. Something was off, but you were brave! A brave little girl could walk to her parents' room in the dark without crying. You mustered up your strength, lifted your right foot to take your next step when a blood curdling scream ripped through your family home. You froze in place. That was further away from your room, and not your older brother's voice. The cackling began again.

You pinched your arm as hard as you could, nails digging into your skin you drew blood. You did not wake up this time. There you stood in your bedroom, eyes glued to the door. You watched your 10 year old sister stumble from her room and heard your older brother fall from his bed. Your door was suddenly slammed shut, by your sister or a gust of wind you weren't sure. It was closed. That's all you knew. The scream had long since ended, but the laughter had continued, and it seemed into your bones. You stood near your bed, statuesque in your stillness. You heard your brother tell, Akio, to get back in her room. Her quirk hadn't manifested yet, but his had. He would go check it out, he was going to be a hero after all. You heard her door close across the hall, and the desire to know what was happening began to tempt you towards the door. Taking another step towards the door, the predatory laughter began again.

"HEY! What did YOU do to OUR mom?!" You heard your teenage brother shout at some unknown intruder. Your body froze up once more. Were you even breathing? A scream followed shortly after your brother's outburst, and a quieter thud after that. Something inside you knew that the intruder wasn't the one who had fallen. You began to back up to your bed. If you could be safe, it would be in your most secret, best hiding spot ever: under your bed. Your small frame slid perfectly under your bed. From your new vantage point, you could watch the bottom of your bedroom door and the path from it to your hiding spot. You didn't know this, but your favorite hiding spot, had no emergency exits or shields. If you were found, there was no hope for you. You heard your sister's door get ripped from the hinges, a violent scuffle, muffled screams, and more laughter.... then silence. You stifled your own cries, you became silence. In your child mind, you slowed your breathing, focused inward, and imagined that you were silence and shadows. No one could ever find a shadow in the dark, and that was from your experience, you could never find your imaginary (read: shadows) friends in the dark! So you imagined that you too were like them. Your door knob creaked as it was slowly turned and the wooden door was pushed open. It swung until it hit the doorstop against the wall, bouncing slightly. Even the banal noises of daily life made you jump. You slammed that door open constantly and the metallic bounce noise filled your every existence. But in this moment, it was the sound of your every waking nightmare. The green and gold pants that approached you glistened in the moonlight that seeped through your window. But it wasn't the natural gold sheen that was reflecting light. From your viewpoint, every sparkle and shimmer was from fresh blood splatter that his ankles were soaked in. Behind his blood smeared and drenched feet were footprints of crimson blood, leading from your sister's room and the hall. Further behind that, you could see her pale arm laying across the her doorway. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, you didn't need to see his face. You knew who it was. You recognized those pants. You did not need to face your death with your eyes open. Stifling another whimper and sob, you sealed your mouth shut. The shadows didn't make noises. You focused on the only grounded fact in your life:

Shadows don't scream. Shadows don't scream. Shadows don't scream. Shadows don't scream.