Motionless in White Imagines & One Shots (Open)

Lost

Dedicated to Tiffanijolly eternallywarped thevampiremeganne

You watched the tour buses pull into the lot. Some goth band was having a concert tonight, their fans were already starting to show up. And laugh at you. And your tattered clothes. And how you smelled. You huffed and dashed to hide in the back alley behind the venue. The effort hurt and sent your stomach into a symphony of grumbles and growls. The headline band poured out of their bus, their crew headed for the trailer. The members went inside through the back door. They probably have food on the bus... your mind wandered. You didn't want to do this but every place with food in a 5 mile radius kicked you out, even when you had some money. You hadn't eaten in almost a week. And honestly if you went to jail you'd get a bed and free food. Please forgive me. And don't let them kill me.
You dropped your few belongings beside the dumpster; a too small winter coat and an extra pair of socks, you kept the bandanna in your hand to help carry things. You rubbed your arms nervously, feeling the bones underneath the oddly colored skin. Something was wrong with your body and you knew it. You pushed your matted hair out of your face and prepared yourself for the consequences of what you were about to do. You pulled the tattered hood of your shirt over your head and dashed towards the bus. Once you were at the door you lightly pulled in the handle, surprised when you found it was unlocked. As quietly as you could you crept inside. The bus was beautiful, you wished you could actually enjoy it. But you were on a mission, and quietly started opening the cabinets above the sofa. The first one was video games. The second was what you came for. Food. Of any kind. These were snacks but you didn't care. You grabbed the can of almonds and laid it in the bandanna. You opened the box of crackers and took a ream, same with the oreo cookies. The third cabinet had bread in it, you took a few pieces and added it to the bandana. You glanced over your shoulder to see a refrigerator. You reached in a took 2 bottles of water. This is enough. You don't want to get- "Who are you? What are you doing on the bus?" A voice called from the back. The tall man had his black hair slicked back and was decorated with tattoos, the most obvious one being the coffin on his throat. You panicked and ran off the bus, being sure to snatch the bandana on the way. You ran for the alley, hearing the footsteps gaining on you. You knocked trash cans down, hoping to slow him down. You used the venue dumpster to scale up to the ladder that lead to the roof. You glanced behind you to see the tall man and 2 other men following you. More panic set in. What if they kill me? Or worse... you began to shake with fear. You vision fuzzed and the voice of your ex screamed in your head. You dashed to the edge of the building, rather dying then being taken advantage of again. "Stop!" The tall one yelled. You were on the very edge of the building, if the wind blew hard enough you would fall. "P-ppllease. I-Im sorry. I didn't want to, I'll do whatever you want. I'll give it back, just please let me go. Please, I'm sorry." You cried, watching the trio edge closer to you. You chest was hurting, your heart beating so hard you could hear it. "Just come away from the edge, you don't look so good." The shortest one said, he was almost in arms reach. He was offering a hand. "You can keep the food, just come-" you didn't hear the last of his statement. Everything went black.

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You woke up in a bright white room, the light burning your eyes. Am I dead? You glanced around the room to see 5 black figures sitting around, one of them jumped when they saw you. "You're awake!" He shouted, scaring you. The machine beeped rapidly as you scrambled to get up from the bed, eyes wide with fear. What did they do to me? Why couldn't I just die? What if they keep me here to use me? What if- "Shhh, shhh. Relax. Take a deep breath, you're in a hospital." One with fluffy brown hair said, showing you a paper with the hospital name on it. "Your heart gave out and you fainted." Another one said, he had a brown beard and mustache. You swallowed thickly, eyeing the 5 of them up. "What is your name?" The tall one asked, sitting beside your bed. There was a long pause as you decided if you could trust them or not. "Y/n." You stated softly, your throat burning. He smiled, "I'm Chris." Fluffy hair spoke next, "Vinny," beard was third, "Ryan," and next to last was shorty, "Ricky." You glanced at the tallest shadow, just outside your door. "That's Justin. He's trying to see if we can get you discharged. We want to help y/n. We found that coat in the alley. And the little bit if food that you took." You looked down at your hands, almost ready to cry. Chris reached out and held your hand. "Its okay y/n. Promise. We want to offer you a job. And a bed. And food." He said, you jerked your head up, staring him down to see if it was a lie. "We need someone to help out a little bit. Just setting up the merch stand, running errands with us or for us... nothing too hard." Ricky chimed in, seeing your nerves act up. You nodded slowly, "I'll do anything at this point. Thank you." You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You stiffened slightly as the four of them hugged you. Then you relaxed. They were going to help you.