I sit against the wall in the hallway, the smell of death becoming more bearable with every breath I take in.

The memories of who I used to be are still gone.

"To think, the only memories I have is with that fucking liar." I say out loud. My head hurts from crying so much. "Why am I even crying? I don't even remember them..." We're they killed before or after I fell into a coma? I don't believe they would try to kill me... So, why?

I turn my head to my supposed siblings room and look out the window. All I can see it white. A snowstorm it must be.

I get up and enter the only clean bedroom. I go through the boxes and find some blankets and pillows.

I wrap the blankets around me and take in the scent they hold. Dust. I can't even breath in the scent that I used to know so well. How could I let this happen? How did this happen? Four years of my life gone.

I look down to the mattress that's on the floor. It's clean, surprisingly. Almost like someone has been coming here ever since I went missing to clean up my room. I face plant onto the mattress on the floor. Smells like the pine and dog.

I spend the rest of the night crying myself to sleep...

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Morning hits me and it hits H A R D. I lay there for hours it seems like with my eyes still closed.

Until a groan let out. Followed by more moans and groans filled with pain and agony.

A women lays there on the ground tied up. Bruises, cuts, and other injuries cover her body.

A man sits in the ground with rope wrapped around his body. The rope is coming from the wall. Bullet holes cover the wall behind him as well as him himself. His eyes are gone, his wrists are bound together as well as his ankles. A bullet hole is on his forehead.

And a boy is laying on the ground. His skull caves in, a hole in his chest. Finger nails and toes nails are gone.

The bodies twitch and groan. I throw the blanket off of me and try to get away from the laying nightmare infront me.

I'm backed into a corner and I wrap my arms around legs and bury my face into my knees.

Please, please, please, please! Wake up, wake up! It's a dream... Just a dream.

"Y/n"

"Y/n"

"Why didn't you save us?"

"Please, leave me alone." Tears begin to build up. I close my eyes and cover my ears to try and block out the voice.

"This is all your fault. You killed us."

"No, no, no, that's not true!"

"It's your fault we're dead. It should've been you!"

"No! I'm sorry! Please! I'm sorry, don't hurt me!" I look up and one of the bodies is staring right into my eyes as it sits in front of me. I scream.

"It should've been you." And the body falls apart. Bugs crawl out as the corpse falls to the ground, almost like it's melting.

Millions of insects make their way to me and begin to crawl up my legs. I panic and try to brush them off but it's useless. They crawl into my mouth, nose, ears, and other parts of my body that they can.

I dig my nails into my skin trying to dig them out of me. I can feel then crawling around inside, eating my organs.

I look up to see the other to bodies smiling as I'm eaten alive from the inside. One puts its hand up to wave before the hand falls off the wrist. More bugs come outout and crawl towards me.

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I wake up screaming and in a cold sweat. I pat myself down to see if I can feel the bugs and look around the room.

Nothing.

No bugs or bodies tied up and laying on the ground

I breathe a breath of relieve and place my hand on my chest to try and calm my heart that's beating like crazy.

I chuckle which grows louder with every second until it becomes a psychic laughter. It echos throughout the empty house filling it. The laughter slows down to hiccups until I break down crying.

'It was them... I know it...' I think to myself.  'They're haunting me... They're haunting me for not helping them... For not being killed.'

I get up and off the bed and walk out of the room. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look like a walking corpse.

Pale skin, tangled hair, bags under my eyes, chapped lips, and a tired look on my face. Now looking at myself, I'm covered in filth. I feel gross. I feel... Detached.

I shake my head. I leave the bathroom and go down to the kitchen. I see a cockroach crawling on the counter. I scream and crush it with my fist. I smash my hand on the creature more than enough times.

I lift my hand up to see its crushed body. I gag. I wipe the rest of its body on my pant leg. I walk around the house, trying to find something go do. But, surprise surprise, there isn't. I glance over to look out the window.

It's no longer snowing.

"Finally." I mumble. I walk to the front door trying to I ignore all the police tape.

'I just realized... If all this tape is still here, does that mean it's an unsolved case? That they gave up?" I sigh.

"Whatever, it's not important... Not anymore."

"Aw~ Y/n, how heartless of you to say that~" A voice coos. I turn around to see Dani standing there. He's leaning up against the wall, smiling.

"H-how?"

"Nose of a blood hound, sweetie." He answers. His face darkens. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Leaving without my permission, making me worried sick about you." He walks towards me. I can't move my legs. I'm paralyzed with fear. He places the back of his hand against my cheek. He strokes my cheek in a loving way and begind to tell me sweet nothings. "Y/n..." He begins. He grabs a chunk of my hair. "This isn't going to happen again. Got it?"

I squirm in his grip. "P-please, you're hurting me..." He chuckles.

"Maybe that'll teach you for disobeying me."

He needs you for something... Think about it. If he didn't he wouldn't have saved you.

But, he loves me-

Fuck that, we may not know anything right now, but if you loved someone, you wouldn't hurt them.

Yea, but without him, I could've died...

Being dead sounds better than being with him. And I think we know he's the reason we almost died. That note we found perfectly describes him. He's a monster...

I grin. "Fuck off, you murderous bastard." His eyes widen.

"Where the fuck did this sudden confidence come from?" He throws me to the ground. I just lie there.

"Well, I'm alone, my memories are gone, I have these three haunting corpses... Haunting me? Poetic Y/n, real nice english there." I say. "And my metal health is nonexistent. I have nothing, you can't do anything to hurt me."

"Well see about that. Now get your ass up or else I'll drag you out." I lift my arms up.

"Or my hair is good too. Let me feel something. Better than fear and sadness. Pain would be nice."

Anything would be better than feeling what I do now...

Nothing at all.

***

Boom, sadness in your face,Enjoy.

Lol.

Half of this is literally the dream she had! I'm running out of ideas, dudes.

No one asked for my opinion about this but I find it funny how the very first chapter was all happy and funny and now it's utterly depressing and dark. Like, it slowly became something that wasn't planned but I liked it so that's how it happened.

Ah, anyways, I hoped you enjoyed ❤

Byee💚❤