You're Different (BEN DROWNED X READER)

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Static.

All it took, was the static blaring from the 55 inch tv (Y/N) owned. She blinked a few times, trying to find her bearings. Where was she? How did she get there? She sat up and cleared her throat, she was in her lounge. Funny she didn't remember being in there that night.

Maybe she woke up to get water and got too lazy to go back to bed, sounded like something she would do. But, why was she fully dressed. She knew damn well that she had not gotten dressed that day. She remembered spending the day In pajamas,in bed with Jamie.

Jamie would always invite himself over after they had met again at the café, nothing romantic, Jamie just didn't know boundaries. Not that (Y/N) was complaining, she was so grateful that she had someone around. Being so far from home and all.

Why was she wearing a t-shirt with link on it? She knew for sure she didn't own one. Even the red men's sweat pants, again a item she didn't own. Not in that colour anyways. It couldn't be Jamie's, he didn't own anything like this either. Besides (Y/N) wouldn't wear Jamie's clothing.

All of that aside, why was there static coming from the tv. Why was it so loud? It was like the volume had been turned all the way up just to wake (Y/N). She yawned, stretching her arms out to her sides then over her head. She rubbed her right eye and sheepishly looked around.

Where was the tv remote? If she was watching tv, even if she was half asleep she would keep the tv remote near by. She started patting the couch cushions lazily, another yawn escaped. Then something changed, the static was...softer?

(Y/N) looked up at the tv, although she was still very much tired she still noticed the subtle change. And now the static had changed colour from grey to a slight blue tint. She knitted her eyebrows together and tilted her head slightly.

(Y/N) shook it off and stood up quickly, turning around and looking for the remote with a bit more effort. She turned around once more, looking over at the tv again. This time the static seemed to be parting in the middle.

A hand slowly began reaching out from it, emerging from the screen like a horror film. She watched in horror, her heart beating so fast and hard that she could feel it in her throat.

The hand reached out and grabbed at the table the tv was standing on, making a loud splash. It was dripping water, as if it had just come out a body of water. Now (Y/N)'s fight or flight had finally kicked in. And as sure as the sky was blue, (Y/N) was going to run.

So she did, a fast as her feet could carry her, she went from that tired feeling to nearly flying. She got to the door and swung it open. Funny, she always locked her door. Made sure it was locked tight, a habit you had to have living in the south.

Non the less, without thinking she took off. To get out of that house and as far away she could but she had barely taken two steps before she had fallen into some sort of body of water, she was drenched.  sinking to the bottom, the water felt like it was dragging her in. She was plummeting further and further in, despite her desperate attempts to get to the top again. She was sinking with no hope to getting to the top again.

Silence.

(Y/N) woke up in silence, although she had been wet from a thick sweat she had developed she was not drenched like she thought she was. It had all been a dream, no not a dream but a nightmare. One she was thankful to wake up from. She was in the lounge yes but she was wearing the pajamas she knew she'd been in all along.

The tv had an old show playing, her favorite. Ed, Edd and Eddy. Playing away, it was on mute but playing it was. The sun had been shining though the parted curtains and spilled into the room. (Y/N) sighed in relief, her heart still beating away. She sat up, rolling up and away from the comfortable position she'd been sleeping away in.

She remembered that Jessie was still asleep upstairs in her bed. She thought she'd go wake him up, tell him what she had dreamt about. Honestly, she felt like crying actually. She needed comfort, comfort she would usually get from Ben and after he passed, she never asked for comfort again.

She made her way upstairs, over to her bedroom. She opened the door, her gaze locked on the ground. When she looked up expecting to find Jamie's sleeping form but instead she found nothing. She walked to the built in bathroom.

She softly knocked on the door, no response.

'Jamie?'

She called softly. And still nothing.

(Y/N) opened the door, and Jamie was there, fully clothed. In a bathtub filled with water, his body, lifeless.