Love (Slashers X Male Reader)

SIXTEEN

Ever since the nightmare that Freddy gave you of your sister your mind has been racing. A part of you knows your sister wouldn't blame you for her death, but a small part of you deep down inside can't help but to wonder if it really was your fault. If she would still be alive if you hadn't of cancelled on her.

For nearly a week now you've been locked away in your room, staring at the ceiling with dull lifeless eyes as you run circles in your mind between blaming yourself and saying it's not your fault. Every time you come to one conclusion, a new thought trickles in and sends the cycle repeating.

When you were told of your sisters death, you instantly felt heartbroken and guilty. You hadn't heard any details or specifics of what happened to her but you couldn't help but to feel as if you were part of the reason she died. That if you hadn't of stayed at the campus to work on your ten page essay you would've been with her and therefore helped to prevent her sudden death.

It wasn't until the detectives were conducting their questioning on suspects and last known contacts that you found out what actually happened to her. They didn't consider you a suspect as you had a very solid alibi from your roommate confirming that you were in the room all night working on your essay. However, they still questioned you since they knew from your sisters phone that you were one of the last people to talk to her before her death.

Since you weren't a suspect, they spared you the heartache of showing you the pictures of the scene of the crime. That's why you had never seen where or how your sister died until Freddy showed you in your nightmare. The scene was so much more grotesque and brutal than you were expecting. While you had known she was bludgeoned to death with an unknown object, you had failed to really register just how horrible it would be. Things like that aren't as comprehensible until you witness it firsthand.

Her funeral was even worse as you didn't get to properly say goodbye or apologize to her. Her body was so mutilated that your only option was to cremate her and then have her urn on display during the funeral. Her funeral was also the first time you and your brother saw each other in a few years as both of you had been too busy to visit each other. Perhaps that's why the two of you are even closer than before, and why you often take the time to call and check up on each other. You never know when you'll lose each other.

A few days after the funeral, her will was read and her belongings were split amongst the family. You found it a bit odd that she had her will written already especially since she was so young still. It made you think that maybe she knew her time was drawing near. Her maybe she was just one of those people who were overly prepared for things.

Once the will was read and everything given to their new owners, you all went your separate ways once again. Since the house was given to you, you simply locked it up and returned to college, forgetting about it entirely as you threw yourself into your studies. You knew that if you didn't distract yourself you would fall into a depression and would struggle to pull yourself out of it which would likely lead to you failing your classes.

You were fine all these years as you had pushed the memory of your sisters death out of your mind. It wasn't until the others showed up at your house after escaping the Sanitarium that you were forced to face it again. Thankfully you were able to keep yourself together despite having to go through her home for the first time since her death.

It wasn't until Freddy's nightmare that things really hit you. All of those repressed emotions came flooding all at once and it was overwhelming. Guilt, sadness, regret, anger, confusion. All of those emotions and so many more hit you at the same time resulting in you becoming bed ridden and unresponsive.

You've been stuck in bed for days now, shuffling through the many different emotions and thoughts. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you had no hand in your sisters death, you can't help but to feel as if that's a lie. Nothing you do or think can convince you otherwise.

At this point you feel as if there is only one thing you can do. And that's the thought that finally pushes you to get out of bed.

Carefully, you move everything that the boys have given you from in front of your door and set it on top of your dresser with the silent promise to look at it later. After that you stand in front of the door, staring at it as you encourage yourself to open it. When you do, you're surprised to see Hannibal standing on the other side with a tray of breakfast.

Hannibal smiles softly upon seeing you, his eyes quickly sweeping over your form as he takes notice that you're dressed as if you're going somewhere. "Are you alright, dear? It's been a while since any of us have seen you. We were all growing quite worried."

"I'm fine, Hannibal." You give him what you hope is a convincing smile. "I just need to go do something really quick. I would greatly appreciate it if you tell the others to give me some space for a while."

"Of course, dear." Hannibal readily agrees as he's simply happy that you've finally emerged from your room. Surprising both him and yourself, you press a quick kiss to his cheek before rushing down the stairs and out the front door.

You have a mission in mind and you won't let anything distract you. And Hannibal will make sure you are able to do as needed if it means getting you back to normal.