𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒 - A Dream x Reader Fic Cause I can

Chapter 3

Am I writing this at 4am? Maybe. Don't judge me. Also haha you still don't know about Dream. But he of course, knows about you. Just not anything about you. So HAH.

Alright this chapters a little boring so sorry but at least it exists? Enjoy!

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Half an hour later, I was still shaking in the corner. Jack had long since gone to bed. There was no reason to stay.

I could leave.

I realized that with a shuddering sigh.

I could run and run and run and never look back. But he can track my phone, no chance I survive without it. But maybe... I'd need a new one. And to reset my contact. Change my number. Leave the city. Leave the state.

I felt the thought shatter inside my mind, there was no way I could manage that. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Get up.

I didn't move.

Getup getupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetup getupgetup-

I felt my legs tremble as I stood. One hand was holding the kitchen counter and the other hung limply beside me.

I assessed myself silently. And before I could consider the implications I jumped on top of the kitchen counter. My legs almost didn't get me up there but I managed. I reached down and started prodding at myself. I poked my legs and rubbed fingers up my calves, checking if anything was broken. Miraculously nothing was. Bruised, no doubt. But that's better than broken.

I skimmed my fingers over my arms, starting with the left then the right. Bruises on my wrists but that was normal, a couple on my forearms and one on my right elbow. At some point, I had likely tried to block my fall. Idiot. I knew not to do that, and yet I still did.

All too close to collapsing, I slid off the countertop and thought of my sleeping options. Theoretically, I needed to go to the doctor but lord knows that's out of the question.

Then I heard shifting from the bedroom.

He's a restless sleeper. Worse when he's drunk.

There's a high likely hood I get raped if I try and sleep in there. I could go to my friend's house but I haven't talked to them in months and the last interaction...

"You fucking bitch! All you care about is yourself! You-"

Yelling entered my mind and I blocked it out soon after. They're out of the option.

I could go to Mrs. Emily?

No, I won't bother her. Lest she gets herself involved.

But I couldn't just...

My eyes darted around the room. The couch was uncomfortable and he'd find me all too easily. The whole apartment and maybe even the floor was out. I can't sleep outside, that's just asking for trouble.

I bit my lip and thought of my options.

Fuck it.

The floor below would be close enough that I could get back fast without Jack being alerted to my disappearance. It was inside, and it didn't have anyone I knew. Perfect.

I dragged my half-dead body through my apartment and opened the door after shakily unlocking it. The hallway was dark and silent, my footsteps seemed far too loud and made me far too anxious to be real. I closed the door with a click and scurried through to the lift. Then paused. I'd have to take the stairs, it'd be too loud to risk the lift. I turned towards my new path and opened the door with a heave.

One flight of stairs. Going down. Not too hard right?

The first step was hell. The second was somehow worse and better.

I paused and grabbed the rail.

Okay on three you just book it down the stairs. Don't stop and don't think just- move.

Okay.

One.

Two.

Dear lord.

Three.

And I ran. Pain lashed through me, my legs were burning and it took all of my strength not to collapse or scream. Then I was down, standing in front of the door. I didn't stop. Then I was through the door and stumbling into the hallway. Shit, where now?

I gave it half a thought, half a second of hesitation before picking a couch. They were littered around the halls. Good enough.

I half ran, half limped towards it before collapsing in a pile. Curled in pain I felt the tears start to fall as the pain from the stairs finally started to hit me. Everything hurt, everything ached. I curled tighter into myself, as if I curled tight enough, the pain would subside. It would somehow disappear.

I was, of course, wrong.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dream POV

I had been shaken by those noises. They were weird and loud and bad and scary and overall not what you wanted to hear in your building.

How long have those been happening?

Was it always this late or did I just never hear it before?

Did anyone else know?

Who were they?

And perhaps most importantly, was that girl okay?

I need to sleep.

Then sleep.

I shook myself out of the weird trance and moved from the place I had been frozen in. My feet carried me around the quiet apartment, turning off lights and closing doors and windows. I brushed my teeth and suddenly I was ready for bed.

So I was in my room, pulling back the covers of my new king bed I'd splurged on after reaching 10 million subs when I stopped.

Did you lock the front door?

Yes.

Are you sure?

I rolled my eyes. I knew full well I had but no harm in checking. I let a pained groan escape my lips and moved through my house, turning lights back on and making no bother to quiet my steps. I reached my door and shifted my eyes to the lock. It was closed.

I lolled my head back in dramatized pain and started turning to leave when for the second time that night, I heard something that made my mind stumble.

Is that crying? 

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Oh drama~

I think you know what's going to happen next but don't spoil it for yourself. Also, yes, I am very aware of how unrealistic this is. Don't mind me lmao.

See you later maybeee~