𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 |Seth B. X Reader|

Chapter #17: Gone

Seth's POV

I woke to my alarm and I remembered that we are going out for dinner today. We aren't really doing anything first thing in the morning so I will just lay back and relax in bed for awhile. After all I'm tired as shit.
Yesterday was not the best day. Everything that happened scared me half to death. The lifeless body of Alan Watts, Andrew Allen, the Spirit Box, someone screaming Y/N's name, LITERALLY EVERYTHING!! I don't ever want to go back there.
I got up and I headed downstairs and I see Jake in the kitchen.

"Hey Jake, how's Y/N doing?" I ask.
"Not so good after trip. You know, ever since Johnathan and Jacob passed, she was never the same. She would lash out on people and lock herself in her room for days." He states.
"While we were exploring the buildin and we found that two of them got brutally murdered, I saw the tears rush down her face. She did lash out on me. I felt so bad for her. My question is though is why did Andrew have to do that?" I add.
Jake pauses.
"I don't know... But Y/N's friends did not deserve any of that. They were sweet kids. Y/N would hang out with every single day. Back when she was in New Jersey for college, she would FaceTime me and rant to me about all the funny moments that happened." He assured.

We kept talking about what happened on the trip and soon we see Y/N coming down the stairs. Jake and I immediately stopped talking and switched the topic.
She looks at us with a confused look on her face. She brushes it off and heads back upstairs.
"I'm going to go check on her if that's okay with you." I noted.
Jake nods.

I walk to the flight of stairs and headed to Jake and Y/N's room.
I knock on the door quietly cause I didn't want to intrude or annoy her.
I hear footsteps on the other side of the door and she opens it.

"Hey- um- how you holding up?" I ask rubbing my neck.
"Terrible, thank you for asking." She says sarcastically.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No not really, I don't want to be reminded of what we saw. I can still see his lifeless body." She exclaimed.
"Alan's body?"
"YEA WHAT DO YOU THINK I MEAN-" She cuts off herself.
"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry for lashing out on you, I just want to see him okay." She notes
I can already see the tear building up. One thing I thought of was to just hold her in my arms.
I pull her in and I wrap my arms around her waist and she wraps her arms around my neck.
"I'm sorry..." She wept.
"It's going to be okay, I'm here." I whispered into her ear.

We let go.
"I suggest getting some rest." I say.
She nods giving me a small smile. Haven't seen that in awhile.
I go back downstairs.
"How she doing?" Jake asks.
"Not so good, she lashed out with anger when I asked if the body she was talking about Alan." I noted.
"Let's just give her time, also we are heading back to California tomorrow so I suggest packing early." Jake reported.
I nod and I head to my room to pack all my stuff.
I can't wait to head back home.

Y/N's POV

I layed on the bed and stared at the ceiling with tears rushing down my face. Everytime I close my eyes I still see him there on the ground blood all over him. The confusing part is, it wasn't dried up blood, it was fresh.
No... he may of been still alive!? Maybe be was the one who called my name. SO I LEFT HIM TO DIE?!?
I cry even more now knowing it was my fault that he died. I can't think anymore. Why, why, why, why, JUST WHY!? I just want to go home and head somewhere that I never been to, alone. I just to clear my head for once.
I move to lay on my side and it felt may more comfortable. Maybe when I get back to California, maybe I explore some places alone, you know? One big thing about me is that I go to abandoned places to clear my head. That is a secret that will be brung down to the grave. I did it before I moved to New Jersey. I would always sneak out of the house around 3:00 AM and find the abandoned apartment building and hangout on top of the rooftop. When I moved to New Jersey though, boy it was a wreck. When I tried to sneak out of the dormitory, Andrew or Johnathan would wake up and see if I was okay. They were both my roommates at the time.
I try to fall asleep but someone walked in and I knew it wasn't Jake. I can tell everyone's footsteps now which is weird.

"Y/N, are you awake?" Seth asks softly.
"I am now." I replied.
"I just wanted to tell you that our flight for California is tomorrow, so I suggest packing early." He states, messing with my hair then leaving.
Jacob use to do that with my hair when I cut it short. I missed when he did that. He was about 6'1 so he messed up everyone's hair. Thinking of it only made me want to tear up. I remember wearing a hoodie and Alan would always pull the hood when he was right behind me. Johnathan would always accidentally sleep in my arms during car rides, movie nights and Alan's house, and that one sleepover over at his place. He would always be a tired mess. And Andrew, he would ghost us randomly, that's all. He come back after weeks and pretend like nothing happened. I remember overhearing a conversation with his other group of friends saying that he hates us with the passion. It was like a slap in the face.
Once I tried to sleep, I got a text message from a random group chat, are fucking kidding it's from my stupid ass brother, Jake fucking Webber. He states that dinner is canceled cause everyone is so tired and wants sleep, that's a whole mood. Everytime I just try to sleep, I either get interupted or zone out like bro!!
Alright this time, I'm going to sleep and no one is going to interpret me-

Bing

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? It Reggie texting me. He said how's the trip going. I texted him back is was horrible cause I only got some sleep. He left me on read, that's delightful.
My eyes ae getting very heavy and I just couldn't hold it for much longer. My eyes closed and I drifted on to sleep.

"Bro shut up she may be still awake in there!"

The fuck was that.