You're Different (BEN DROWNED X READER)

3: Do you remeber me?

(Y/N) thought that the calm walk on this quiet afternoon would help her feel better. That the fact that the rain had let up for a bit besides the day of Jamie's death, even just for a moment would help her feel better. That it would take away the lump she felt in her throat.

That it would help her forget the line of questions that Jamie's family had for her. 'Who are you?'
'Why was Jamie so infatuated with you?'
'Why did he leave everything to you and not us?'

All those questions she could barely answer because they came in so quickly one after the other that when they finally let up (Y/N) could barely breath. How sad she felt that all they cared about was the money.

Something about this reminded (Y/N) of all those years ago, when she had lost Ben. And it all overwhelmed her again and she broke down. Right there and then on the side of the road. Choking on that damned lump in her throat.

(Y/N) bent forward, her (H/L) hair falling to the front of her hair as her tears flowed down her nose and trickled off of it. She grabbed at her chest, oh the pain she felt in it. Why again? Why her? Why did the people she love always abandon her.

'No.'

(Y/N) whispered.

'They didn't leave you, you selfish bitch. You left them.'

She spoke, squatting down and wiping away her tears. She gathered herself, then stood up. She had things to do at home. All she could think about is how big of a mistake it was to take this walk. Of course it was a bad idea.

There was nothing to distract her, it was just her and her thoughts until she would get back home. Which took longer since she was walking. So naturally, she started sprinting. She needed to get home quick and upload and record some videos.

Honestly anything to get her mind off things. (Y/N) stopped, bending over and clutching her knees as she huffed and puffed. She was clearly very unfit, the punishment she got for spending her days in a chair and barely moving.

(Y/N) took a seat on the sidewalk, a reasonable place to rest as she caught her breath. She tried not to let the frustration get to her, when she could finally breath she stood up again and walked the rest of the way home.

(Y/N) sighed in relief, she was so glad to be done with it. She walked into her home, towards the lounge. 'Fuck it, I'm gonna watch tv.' She thought as she walked in. But as soon as she set foot in the lounge her blood ran cold. She could feel her heart drop.

'No... it can't be.'

She mumbled in disbelief.

'Not another stupid dream.'

She spat as she looked at the tv that had nothing but static playing. Not this again, after everything that happened? The walk, her break down. Could it all only have been a dream.

She whispered a frustrated 'fuck' as she made a beeline for the front door but just like the dreams before, it was doing whatever it could to stop her. And just like that something suddenly flipped. It was (Y/N), she was the one doing the flipping. As if a switch flipped and gravity was reversed and suddenly (Y/N) found herself falling onto the ceiling.

With a big thud she landed. Shooting pains coming from her shoulder and side of her head. One of her legs folded beneath the the other; she tried to push herself up into a sitting. This was the worst her nightmares had ever been, she groaned in frustration.

Her eyes were fixed on the tv; as the man that had always popped out was making his appearance. It was not lost on her how sad it was that she knew exactly how this recurring dream went. This time she was stuck. The figure emerged from the tv; this time it had fully made its way out.

It was a man; that's all (Y/N) could make out. It's all she could ever make out. He had his head hanging low so his face was out of view. Her dream had never gotten this far. But before she could even think about it the, the figure shifter.

'Do you remember me, (Y/N)?'