・You are my light・ Herobrine x Fem!Reader

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘

Narrowing my eyes at his lidded, glowing iris', he grins down at me his canines ever so slightly poking out over his bottom lip; silently enjoying my internal suffering.

He had made me commit treason against my own home, and then had the audacity to leave me until the very last second so I would feel all of the last second regret and anguish as dread filled me; Thinking I just had really set up my own death among many others.

Only for him to swoop in, teleport us just outside the village, and make me watch as the houses crumbled. As innocent merchants who had foolishly, and unknowingly, chose to come here getting caught up in the crossfire.

I can still hear the terrified screams of the villagers, the wailing from the children, the hurried yells for help before more and more TNT went off.

That will forever scar me, but now I fear I am in too deep to ever return to the life I once lived.

Now, I will never feel the peace of just simply lying on my back facing the sky, pointing out clouds with Jess. Or sitting underneath the large oak near our houses as we twisted dandelions and daisies together into flower crowns.

Only now, the color white no longer reminds me of the clouds I thought looked like hearts or the flowers I picked and braided.

Instead, they remind me of those cold dead eyes of his. The glowing white voids that he uses to scrutinize my every move, to watch every breath I take to ensure it didn't hold malicious intent.

The color red that I used to associate with the poppies I would pick to give to my mother as a young child now only reminding me of the blood I spilt.

My own parents, Jess' parents, our friends, our families; Gone. All because I was scared of dying.

I was selfish.

I saved myself, one measily forgettable life.

And traded it for hundreds. A whole village. The only ones lucky enough to have escape being those who left on a trip.

I tear my eyes from him shamefully as I wait for him to finally take us back to my personal prison.

My cell.

Finally, I will see Jess again, I will hear Alex, I will hear Steve--I say hear because Herobrine had stayed true to his words and actually patched up the holes in the walls.

Now, I can only talk to them if I sit by the door where the small peepholes give just enough room for sound to carry out.

I feel his large hand come to rest roughly on my shoulder and that's when I know he's had his fill on the chaos.

He's finally bringing us back.

As we teleport, my head spins slightly but I hold my stoic expression.

I will not let him see this had affected me so horribly, although I'm sure I'm not doing too well of a job based off the smirk he ha on that stupid face of his.

Blinking away the visual nausea and dizziness, I see we've arrived back down in the tunnels where I'm held with my friends.

Well, I know Jess is my friend, but can I really call Steve and Alex my friends?

I don't know them past their names, and I only know them because Jess and I were taken captive.

Yeah.. They're more so trauma buddies.

Not friends.

Yet?

I don't know.

I just realized, he hasn't spoken a word to me this whole time. Why? Why hadn't he been rubbing salt in my open and exposed metaphorical wound?