Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

19) ...coma inducers.

"I had no idea El. Why didn't you tell me when it happened?" Jeremy said in shock, his green eyes wide in confusion. I pressed my face into his chest and cried as he clutched me. I had no idea what else to do.

"I d-don't know!" I sobbed trying to hide in his shirt. Never in my entire life had I felt a depression like this. I couldn't go back to that place...especially with him there.

"I-I was so young. I-I don't think I even knew what he was doing. When I got older...I think I chose to forget so I wouldn't have to live with the pain but...I don't remember." I hiccuped between gut wrenching sobs. Jeremy didn't stop me and just held me even tighter.

"There...uh....it's gonna be alright." he stuttered, trying to calm me down. I didn't blame him for being so apprehensive (seeing as though I had just flung this whole train-wreck on top of him). Then again, his thoughts were probably running along the lines of how I didn't trust him(or anyone) anymore.

"Shh. It'll be okay. I mean, you don't have to go back, right?" he said, holding me tight.

"Th-that's just it." I hiccuped. "I-I have to g-go back!"

"Why?! What is with you and that...that place! Just give it up already!" he growled in frustration, pushing me away slightly. As soon as he did that I could tell he instantly regretted it by the way hung his head. He tried to pull me close again but I shied away in rejection.

"Why don't you just leave it alone? All of these...things keep happening to you when you go there. So why even try anymore?" he pleaded, looking into my eyes with his green ones. I just crossed my arms and glared at him.

"There's something about that place. I need to figure out what it is!" I growled, laying back down on the bed. "I have to. Even if it kills me."

"Well, what about that Randy guy? If he did that once...he might try it again. No one will be there to protect you either." Jeremy pointed out. Judging by the faintest of smirks on his face he thought that he got me.

"I'll...just stay close to my mentor, Mike. I'm sure he won't let anything happen to me. I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself." I muttered, closing my eyes. I could feel Jeremy deflating next to me. I could only imagine what it would feel like to be in his shoes.

"Alright. But if you're in trouble...call me. Okay?" he said, ruffling my hair before getting off of the bed and walking to the door.

"Hey. You don't mind if I take the walkie-talkies to work tomorrow?" I asked, as he was about to close the door behind him. He poked his head through the doorway before giving me a little shrug.

"Why not?" he said.

"Thanks Jere. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Same here."

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My eyes opened slowly to the sight of checkerboard tile and a large glass door with light filtering in through it. I sat up slowly and groaned at the feeling of a stiff back paired with a crack happy neck.

How long had I been asleep there? Where was 'there' to be exact? Somewhere deep in the back of my subconscious I registered my surroundings to be a dream but...my mind argued it wasn't. The landscape felt so real it had to be reality, right?

"Eleanor? What are you doing here?" A voice called out from the shadowy darkness of the surrounding room. I tried to stand up but it was like gravity was pressing down on me to the point of freezing me in place. Instead of looking for the source of the voice I began to crawl to the door, my only source of safety.