The Queen's Executioner (Niragi X Reader)

Truth be told.

Niragi's POV
The days turned into weeks,

Weeks turned into months of torture as I began to think of my actions strongly.

I couldn't forgive myself,
I couldn't erase the past events that occurred in my life.

Repeating each scenario in my head,
Screaming for it all to stop memorising the torturous details of someone I cared for so deeply being hurt by all the pain of the past.

Doctors for months called me crazy voicing things that happened in recent events like seeing her face to face again or even holding a her hand.

My therapist at each and every appointment jotting down in a note pad the words of allegations about my so called diagnosis.

"Mr. Suguru, we need to keep you in rehabilitation based on things you've voiced to us."

I went to visit her at the hospital to be told that no one was there!

Told a lie when the nurse lady told me herself about me being wanted, I was told by the old lady about how she forgiven me and my past self despite the unfortunate state of health my lil Usagi is in.

Once I blinked hard awakening my vision to a sight of an empty untouched bed with no sight of life being within it each time I visited.

"She was there!" I yelled at the doctor or therapist, whatever this person is meant to be they just didn't understand me. All the times I begged to be heard and have her seen, she would stare at me with frustration along side sympathy for my situation.

She's real!

She's Y/N Nousagi, the girl I grew up to find again to love!

"Suguru, I am gonna have to tell you this again." The woman before spoke before placing the clipboard on the desk with her glasses not long after removal. She let out of deep breath raising her hand to her temple rubbing it harshly before continuing. "She's not real. I am sorry but she's not real. All you've mentioned to me is not true."

No! No! FUCKING NOOOO!!!!

"She's real! I held her hand! I touched her! I spoke to her! I've seen her this week!" Begging to the woman before me who seemed to pity me.

"Mr.Suguru, I appreciate you for attending your sessions but right now my concern is you and your brain's health since you've made up an entire narrative like this really happened. This girl if it is the same woman you speak of died during your days of youth. She was beaten to death after a heinous crime between a savage group of individuals who got away with it. I would like to say she's still alive but it's been years now. Whether you knew her or not, you didn't even go to the same school, same class or even shared the memories you've voiced to me. Suguru it's all not adding up."

I slammed my fist on the desk demanding her to take it back.

"I knew her and she knew me! You don't know what the hell you're on about! I fucking hate people like you! Thinking I'm fucking crazy when I'm not!"

"Mr. Suguru, my job is to help you understand that you really did suffer a lot during your younger days to the point your brain started to creat false scenarios due to traumatic experiences you've faced. That's the only explanation for it."