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☆Nightmare x Hanahaki! Reader☆

It hurts...
I feel the branches clawing at my throat, refusing to let air enter at even an average pace
But I need to see him...
The pain erupts through my body, making me let out a silent scream of pain as it feels like my skin was being sheared off
I need to see him happy one last time...
I feel it rising again, forcing it's way out of my mouth as I throw out the petals and the metallic tasting blood.
It doesn't matter anymore if he loves me back or not...
White petals that weren't tainted with blood landed elegantly against the toilet seat while other petals, coated with the horrifying color, drop down with no mercy, splattering blood along the seat.
Is this really it?
I shakily stared at the mess I made with this disgusting disease of love. I don't know what to feel anymore, scared? Confused? Disturbed?....

Pain?

At least he won't see me in this state..
It's better for him to just be happy without anything weighing him down. I shakily lifted a hand up to pat at my right eye, covered fully by the flowers and a slight pinch when I touched the branches that grew out of there.
I won't need to feel pain anymore..
Pain strikes me once again, almost like a knife clawing down my back, making deep marks and stabbing it into my skin. I let out a scream while falling to the ground as my knees gave out on me.
I miss him...
I heard thumping, something that sounded like footsteps. But it felt so dizzy, I could barely register what was going on. I smiled weakly, leaning back against the wall as I felt the wet liquid drip down the side of my mouth and slowly onto my chin.
But I have to let him go...
The faint sound of voices enter my ear, alerting me that someone was there. But it was all a blur to me, this really was it huh? I love you, Nightmare...

"Nightmare!" I smiled brightly, running into the room before stopping, dropping my hand that once held the door knob to my side, my smile quickly fading away as I stared with a blank face. "What do you want (Y/N)?" He asked with a scowl. He was never like this, he always treated me with a smile..not until she came along. Betty looked towards me for a moment before waving with a smirk. I smiled weakly, bowing as I gripped the doorknob once again "Sorry..I..didn't mean to disturb you.." Nightmare scoffed before turning back to Betty. Before I could fully close the door, I caught a glimpse of him smiling at Betty at the corner of my eye.

I closed the door shut behind me, hand gripping the doorknob so tight that my knuckles turned white whilst my other hand was clenched into a fist. I tried to reason my doubt with whatever hope I have left. The hope that he still loved me. The hope that he still saw me as something he cherishes. I fought back tears, biting down on my lip hard as I took slow strides back to my room. I slid my hand against the rough walls of Nightmare's castle, the one he built, the one where he asked me to be his queen. Now all that is gone. Now every time I try to talk to him, I get pushed away or all I get is his painful, stabbing words.

It hurts...

The walk back was fine til I felt the sudden urge to throw up. I rushed to my room, slamming the bathroom door open as I gripped the seat tightly, hunching over in pain. Once it was all out, I panted softly, nose clogged with mucus and my eyes leaked tears from how forceful I may have been. I sighed softly, opening my eyes to expect a mess, not the sight of beautiful pale white petals and blood tainted petals, petals tainted with my blood. I shakily ran a hand down my face, trying to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I slapped myself softly, feeling the pain rise in my cheek.

I wasn't dreaming...

My throat felt dry as I straightened my back, flushing the toilet. I groaned from the pain that flashed through my body for a split second before it was gone. I stared at the mirror in the toilet, noticing how my skin was slightly paler than before. I didn't pay it much attention, shrugging everything off. I don't have to be a burden now. I sighed, walking out of my room to grab a cup of water for my pitiful, dry lips.