The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

Ch. 7: Fresh Air

     I sit atop a throne of teeth ripped from my gums. Some still bleed and some now rot. A snake of shimmering rubies on each scale drags a delicate finger down my attention, to whitch it replies by rejecting her.
   "There sits a throne, made better by teeth torn by your very jaw," she slithered her ribbion tongue into the ear of whitch I pretend not to hear.
   "A throne like that exsist only to those who wish not to trade their way to power." My tooth falls from my mouth to add me another inch to the height of my throne.
   The snake of strategic ruby cackles a sinful warning. "I mean not that," she combs my hair back, "the night of whitch your power grows will be the night you understand.
   Like ink in water, my teeth and the snake blur into one, then into nothing.

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     Bile is itching my throat by the time I'm sprinting out of my guest bedroom and into the bathroom. That damn dream just won't let me sleep, huh? Maybe it wants to see my organs in the toilet bowl before it decides to ease.
   A cold hand takes my hair behind my head while I release another wave of vomit. "Good fucking greif-"
   "Plese shut up and let me-" I throw up before I can even finish my sentence. "Don't help me I got it," I change the sentence and swat away Mr. Joestar's grandson's hands and he retreats them.
   "Your burning up, let me help you," his pleads are so funny. They aren't for him but for me, that's my thing I do.
   I throw up agian and spit before flushing the toilet, "I said I got it," I tell him, and try to push him aside but he stops me.
   Mr. Joestar's grandson puts a tooth brush in my hand, "it's easier to sleep after you rinse your mouth." Teeth. Falling out of my mouth. A throne of only my teeth.
   Tears well up in my eyes and I don't even know why. I have to get back into my room, "Jotaro, please, you don't even know me."
   He still is unmoving.
   I release a stressed sigh, "did I wake you up? I'm sorry, let me just go to sleep."
   "Don't worry about me-"
   I cut him off with an impatient groan. My body is going to give out, if I'm not in the room by then, I don't think I'll be able to live it down. Now that my stand is comfortable being out, I use her hand to move him aside but he uses his Star Platinum to stay put.
   I'm too late. My tears fall and my knees try not to follow them to the ground after. Mr. Joestar and his grandson are both so annoyingly stubborn. I hold my breath to not sob. A tower of teeth. A snake of ruby.
 

"What's wrong?" He asks me but I shove him out of the bathroom doorway instead of answering him. This time he let's me.

   The next morning I'm almost too embarrassed to leave the bed. Mr. Joestar's bastard grandson watched me cry, and I shoved him away childishly. When I walk out of the guest bedroom a stack of freshly cleaned clothes were folded nicely for me. Mr. Joestar had told me back in school that he had a daughter, Holly I think it was. I assume that they're her clothes when she still lived with her father, I change out of my clothes from yesterday into the new ones I wear now. The clothes aren't flattering but are comfortable with breathable baggy pants and a tee shirt.
   When I walk down stairs Mr. Joestar and his grandson are eating bacon and pancakes and eggs and toast. I guess when you and your grandson are built like beast you eat like them too, "good morning Y/n! Did you sleep well?"
   I think about my nightmare and how his grandson kept me from leaving the bathroom. I smile to hide my cringe, "like a baby Mr. Joestar."
   I take a seat at the diner table to eat breakfast. Mr. Joestar tells me about the dream he had while I eat, but I don't bother to tell him mine. His grandson, Jotaro doesn't speak to me or Mr. Joestar. Under his eyes are purple bruise's of sleeplessness, and I think about how I may have some of my own. I don't realize that I touched a finger to the inside of my eye until I feel the sore fragility of dark circles. Stress or lack of sleep tends to create dark circles, I wonder if I really did scare Mr. Joestar's grandson into staying up for me. I don't think'll be polite if I stayed here.

   Mr. Joestar insisted that I keep his daughters clothes, talking about how she didnt visit him in a America anymore while I exchanged my goodbyes with with him, but his grandson was only able to bother with a glance.
   I drive into the forest and press my forehead into the steering wheel to put pressure onto my headache. Why do I feel like this? I'm not stressed? I'm not sick? I put the back of my hand to my neck to feel the temperature to realize how hot I actually am. Mr. Joestar's grandson wasn't lying when he said I was burning up last night. I look into my rearview mirror to see my face is pale and my nose is red while my dark circles are deep. I am sick... that dream of the red snake must be a fever dream or something like that. I couldn't know though, I've never had a fever dream.
    I had rolled down my windows and turned off my car for fresh air when I hear a sound of a moving body in the bushes. It cant be an animal, It would have been scared off by the sound of me driving into the forest.

   That's when a deafening blast rattled the ground and trees.