medicine ||| dwt x reader

chapter twenty two

at this point, i was getting used to waking up in an unfamiliar room. i sighed, but quickly stopped, wincing in pain. the breath had caused a sharp pain across my abdomen. wincing slightly, i moved the duvet on the bed to the side, allowing me to see my stomach wrapped in bandages. blood soaked through them slightly, and they probably needed to be replaced soon.

huh, that was weird. i had no recollection of getting hurt during yesterday's fight. was it yesterday? i had no idea. either way, it was definitely a shitty birthday.

i sighed again, but was more careful and inhaled slowly so it didn't feel like i was being stabbed.

for some reason, after standing up (which took a hell of a lot of effort, mine you), i found out the door was unlocked. after a lot of struggle, i managed to quietly make it out of a small house and through the forest.

as i walked, i thought back on everything. 

wilbur, as much as i loved him, had gone fucking crazy. i could see it in his eyes, l'manberg was destroying him.

tommy was trying to help out, but there was no way the boy would be able to keep everything together on his own.

tubbo could help, along with fundy, but there was no way that l'manberg could hold success even if we somehow won freedom.

i couldn't help but wonder if the country we were fighting for right now could be fucked in the future. wilbur sure as hell couldn't lead for long, but i didn't know who else would do it.

perhaps dream saw this too. maybe he relished in the fact that he was in total control. he could pretend to give us power, but no matter what, he would always have rule. he could be locked in a room with no recourses and no communication with other people and would still be feared by everyone.

i made it to the top of a cliff, and looked around. the land we lived on truly was beautiful, i had never taken the time to notice that. 

it all seemed so peaceful, so i sat. 

*

y/n had always loved sunsets. although most of her early childhood was blurry, she recalled watching the sun go down each evening, painting the sky with gorgeous shades of reds, yellows, and pinks as they became darker hues. in more recent years, though, she had rarely been able to witness them. of course, she would look out her window often enough and recognize the pretty sky, but she didn't truly appreciate it as often as she would have liked.

y/n supposed the first war was to blame. after all, once long days of fighting had ended, she was too exhausted to change into pajamas, let alone watch the sunset. the memories of tranquility as the day slowed to a stop were moved to the back of her mind as she instead was focused on surviving another full day.

however, she now found herself on the top of a high cliff, overlooking the land below, as the sun moved downwards. it seemed wrong for y/n to feel as peaceful and calm as she did, considering the horrible things going on at the moment.

putting her thoughts aside, the girl immersed her attention on the beautiful sky. she had been on the cliff for around an hour, and the sun was, at this point, completely hidden. a few stripes of pink and orange stood brightly in contrast to the rest of the sky, and the moon shone as well.

in the last few minutes of the sunset, the warm colors slowly faded into purples and blues. the stars were no where to be found, as clouds had quickly moved in.

y/n stood up, and the wind blew her hair gently.

she looked at the world surrounding her, considering the number of people living their lives. she wondered how they felt, were there people out there who felt true happiness?

were there people out there who knew what love felt like?

it was in this moment y/n realized that she had never truly lived.

her opportunities were trashed.

her life was wasted as all she did was simply exist.

and with one final glance at the sky,

she jumped.