Above you and below you (la squadra x fem!reader)

43- apology pancakes

a box.

that's what you found yourself in this moment.

a box with no way out.

its walls were made of glass, bent and twisted into a clear telephone booth. the empty ringing of the void buzzed in your ear, leaving you vulnerable and alone. your body sat suspended in a thick, cold gel that filled the clear telephone booth, a bright light fixed above you displaying your arms slowly freezing over in a light frost. you couldn't scream, and your movement was limited.

bones turned to brittle glass, and muscles withered into ceramic. blue, flowery designs slithered across your skin, dancing up your arms and legs before coming to a stop at your chest. your hair clumped together into shards of diamond, the shape it took becoming permanent.

a thick layer of liquid gold melted out of your tear ducts, seeping into your eyes completely and covering it until it was completely gold, the displacement of the fluid seeping out of your eyes and running down your cheeks. you choked on your own shining tears, your tongue trying to push the sour liquid out of your mouth to the best of its ability.

you were no longer human, or at least, considered one. the scars that once littered your body turned into butterflies, melting into your hard, glass body. the long gash that stung your side peeled off as if it were a sticker, your body slowly repairing itself until you were truly, a glass doll.

the echo of a telephone rung behind you, its sound dull and muffled. moving your body as well as you could to turn around and face the source, a small payphone clinging to the glass wall. 

ring, ring, ring...

who could be calling at this hour?

ring, ring, ring...

you found yourself reaching out to the device, the gel surrounding you moving out the the way and allowing you space to reach for the phone. your fingertips curled outward, brushing against the handle of the phone before finally grasping it in the palm of your hand.

the cord connecting the phone to the paybox stretched as you pulled the phone slowly to your frozen ear, hovering in place as if it were underwater. static emitted from the other end, prompting you to push the head of the phone closer to your ear in attempt to hear better.

"m....om..."

who was this? who was mom?

"...ommy!"

the gel was too thick to hear anything clearly, and your ears were deafened by the loud silence around you. nonetheless, you tried your best to listen closely.

"....(y/n), wake up! get out of there!"

whos (y/n)? do they have the wrong number?

"...come on, please! im sorry! please, come back to us!"

and then the phone returned to static. earsplitting, annoying, worthless static.

you released the phone from your hand, allowing it to float back to its stand by itself. you looked down at your feet, the frilly, pink and white skirt you wore flowing enchantingly in the tiny telephone booth. who was (y/n), you asked yourself, and what's wrong with them?

they must be someone very, very selfish if they managed to get so many people worrying about them. imagine being so greedy, so full of yourself, that you manipulate people into worrying for you. how disgusting that would be.

but you were not that greedy, selfish, (y/n). no, no you werent.

you werent (y/n). you were something else, something ethereal. something eternal.