I woke up and saw Anti still by my side. I was still dreaming I guess.

"Hey, you finally woke up." Anti said, rubbing his eyes.

How long was I out?

.......

What the hell? Why can't I talk?

"Are you ok?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Anti rubbed the back of his neck and thought for a moment.

"Can't talk huh? Well, you have been out for about 4 days."

I looked around frantically, I was in the bedroom from before. I freaked out and tried to stand and run. Anti grabbed my shoulder.

"It's not like before."

I hesitantly laid back down and still looked everywhere. I didn't know why I was here, and why I couldn't talk. But I needed to know. There were questions that needed to answered and now.

I tried again to talk but just a squeak came out.

"Is there something you need?" He asked.

I shook my head frantically. Fucking hell, this is going to get infuriating quickly.

"Wait, hold on." Anti left the room. I looked around for anything that put off what had happened earlier. But nothing, It all looked normal.

"I'm back!" Anti jumped in, put tripped on the lip of the door.

"Fucking hell that hurt."

I got out of bed slowly and helped him off the floor. And tilted my head with a smile.

"I'm alright, thanks." He muttered with a playful smile playing on his lips.

I huffed in frustration at my silence. I pointed down at my lower reason at my best attempt to say I needed to go to the bathroom. He started to laugh.

"Well, even when you can't talk, you're still very captivating."

I smiled and walked out of the room with Anti at my side. Down the winding hallways I started to get antsy, I felt like something was wrong with me. Not just cause I was out for a few days.

I opened the door and found what I was looking for, A mirror. I walked in and Anti shut the door behind me, and waited outside. I just assumed this was precaution. But I'm a dream, I don't think it matters. I can't run anyway. I looked in the mirror, I looked just how I did before I left. Matted hair, pj's, bags under my eyes. I couldn't bare to look a second longer. How could he do this to me.

It wasn't his fault I told myself But It doesn't change the fact that because of one incident, my whole world fell apart at the seams and I'll never get it back.

I started to cry, even If I get out of this alive, no one can ever know about it. They won't believe that a girl like me, could ever pull off something like this. I felt a pain in my neck, like someone had hatefully slit it.

Against better judgement, I looked back at the mirror. Beside me was Sean. I jumped back but didn't look away. I looked next to me, He wasn't there, just in the mirror.

"I told you this would happen Y/N. Weather you liked it or not."

He had a knife and slit my throat. I screamed. I had my voice.

"You want this fight to happen that badly? I'm at my cabin."

I started to breath heavily. Grasping onto every breath as best I could.

"Don't tell your little friends though, you know what will happen don't you?"

I just about started to talk back. But Anti burst his way through the door.

"What's wrong!?" Anti hugged me.

"Oh, god! Your neck!"

I looked back at the mirror and saw Sean put a finger up to his lips and smile.

"He's here! He did this to me!" I yelled.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He looked at the mirror. Nothing was there.

I started to cry. I can't be here anymore. I don't know what to do anymore.

"Hey, It's alright. I'll fix you up." Anti soothed.

I was shaking, something was wrong. I can't even fucking help people anymore.