Teen Idle❔Edward Nygma❔

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I woke up to find myself back in the same fucking basement. No. NO. NO! I can't be back in this fucking basement not again. Not after having already escaped.
Or maybe it was all a dream. A simple delusion caused by my crazed mind.
I don't know which one is more depressing.
But it was real, the scars in my hands and arms proved it.

Either way, I tried to fight off my restraints, desperate to get out. I couldn't stay, I couldn't give up.
Soon though, the door was opened, and down came not only Queenie but Alex as well.

"You know it's useless trying to get out. Didn't really work for you last time."

I stop with a sigh as I hang my head down.

"Well if it isn't the two worst sisters of all time.", I say as I look back up to them.

"That's not fair, Rosa.", Alex tells me.

"No, it's more than fair."

I turn my attention to Queenie, who had a drink in her hand instead of killing both me and Alex

"So is there a reason why you're not killing Alex, or me for the matter, at the moment?"

"Because killing you is too merciful. And Alex isn't dead because, well, the enemy of my enemy is someone I won't be killing at the moment."

"So that's it? Go back to the original plan. I would've imagined you'd be with Jerome, now that he's alive and all."

"Don't try to speak you're way out of this. I will be joining him again just as soon as I'm well through with you."

"Could you leave us alone for a bit?", Alex asked Queenie.

Queenie scoffed and murmured something before leaving.

"You know props to you, this time you at least came to see me after kidnapping me."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"If you really are sorry then you would let me go. But you won't."

"I can't do that."

"No, you won't do that. Because you're not sorry."

"NO!", for a split second I could see a familiar fury flash in her eyes then it was gone and replaced with sadness, "I just can't be without you. Not now. I lost Oswald, I can't lose you right now. I need you. I have nothing else left."

"You've already lost me. And I will never be part of life again. Not if I can help it."

"I know. Which is why I need to do this. So we have a fresh start just you and me. We'll be sisters again."

"Go ahead and try, I promise you we will never be sisters again."

Alex leaves, turning off the lights as she goes. Leaving me alone in the darkness.
What made me ever trust her? Why didn't I leave when I had the chance?

I continue to try to find a way out, again.
But there's nothing around me and neither my chair nor restraints seem to budge. I could feel bruises forming where my restraints clung to me as I struggle underneath them.
The more I fight the more my body aches.
I can't stop though, I can't. I need to get back to him.

But my body has had enough. I couldn't move anymore, as much as I tried I remained unmovable.
Tears began to rush out of my eyes uncontrollably.

All I could do was think of him, think about where he was, how he was doing, how much I missed him. But what I couldn't help but think of the most, what hurts the most, was losing him.

Not in the sense that meant never being with him again, but never remembering him again. Losing everything of him, every memory he gave me, every butterfly I had for him, everything I knew about him, every smile, laugh, and blushes, every special feeling I had when I was with him. I would be losing everything.
And just the thought made my entire being ache.

I wish I had left in time. I wish had never met Alex. I wish Queenie never came back. I wish I had done so much...

I was too caught in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed Queenie entering the room until she stood right in front of me.

"Is this part where I plead for my life?", I ask as I stared at the floor.

She ignores my question.

"You really had me going, making me think you were better than her. When really you're methods are just less aggressive.", she answers instead.

"What do you want me to say? That I fucked up? That I regret what I did? That I would never do again? Or that I'd go back if I could? They're true, but it won't change anything. I can't change what I did. But that doesn't excuse what you're going to do me."

"Oh I know it doesn't, but I don't care. As a matter a fact I'm going to try to do this as painfully as possible. Don't worry you won't remember much of it. But what will give me the most joy is that you will know you have a big part of you missing, you won't know what it is, and you will never be able to get it back. That'll be my true revenge."

She takes out a syringe, ready to inject me.

I break down again, knowing my greatest fear was going to come true.

"Please. Please, don't do this. I don't- I don't want to forget him. Queenie, please. I beg you! Please!", I sob as I move frantically trying to escape the needle.

But she ignores my pleas and grabs my jaw to keep me still. And though I still try to fight her tight grip as I continue to sob and beg, she stabs my neck with the needle. What is usually a small prick, now was like a stab.

I yell at the top of my lungs, as I'm injected with whatever was in that syringe.