'Am I dead?Or am I in purgatory? Wait. No. I'm in someplace worse.'
You rolled over, eyelids painfully fluttering open. Yup. Definitely worse. A hospital. The world was spinning, blurring together. Trying to sit up, you felt your stomach do a sickening lurch. Fumbling with whatever was on your face, you ripped it off as you felt something crawl up the back of your throat.
Quickly leaning over the bed, any contents that were within you were purged. Heaving and panting, you wipe your mouth. That was gross. It was probably from all the sedatives.
" Oh! Y/n! You're awake! Thank goodness! We were starting to worry about you and ew you got sick. Lemme go get,uh, a nurse."
You saw through blurry eyes a green blob dash out of the room. Leaning back, you closed your eyes and tried to recall the vision. They were mad at you. They wanted you to get revenge on the one person. They wanted you to kill him. The purple man.
Leaning your head to the side, you felt the bandages wrapped around your cranium. The scars must've reopened during the anxiety attack. You recalled how you got those scars. As a child, you were playing a game of tag with your best friend. Then all of a sudden, a man came along. A purple man. He then took everything from you. Your friends. Your parents. Everything.
Jeremy came back in with a janitor, a blushes of embarrassment spreading across your face. You tried muttering an apology,however only a croaking sound eminated. Jeremy sheepishly smiled and patted your hand. His thumb skimmed across your hand, drawing circles.
"Hey, y/n, thank goodness you're awake! Is everything ok? Why did this happen? The doctor wouldn't tell us."
You inwardly rolled your eyes, trying to refrain from screaming. Sitting up slowly, clearing your throat. A fire-like sensation crawled around your throat, digging deep in.
"It's ok, " you croaked, "an old wound I acquired as a child. It opens...from time to time."
Jeremy's eyes widened, "What happened when you were younger? Why don't you quit?"
You huffed," Because I promised myself that I'd return for Marion! My best friend! My childhood cr-"
You blushed deeply. Not once have you told anyone about how you felt about him. Yeah,you two were kids. However, at one lone boring night, you two had made a promise. A sincere promise. Yet you two never got to fulfill it.
While deep in thought, Jeremy had left the room again. You struggled to roll over to your side. Pain shot across your skull again, your vision becoming blurring. This was getting very very annoying.
'Where was I at?' Blinking away the pain,you were struggling to regain your thoughts.
Oh,yes. Killing the Purple Man. A man you haven't seen since you were a youngling. Hell, for all you know the man was probably dead, or old by now. You rolled your eyes again, your teeth clenching together. You didn't know if it was the drugs or the pain you were feeling, but you were starting to get angry. Very angry. Murderously angry. It wasn't your fault that he killed them! It wasn't you who slaughtered them! Your teeth clenched tighter as your breathing increased. They were dead. You weren't, and that wasn't your fault.
Yet they were dead, and here you lay in a hospital bed, still haunted by his actions. Thoughts began to swim through your head. He took away everything from you! Your mom, your dad, your childhood! Worst of all, he took your childhood friend- your crush. The promise you two made! Your eyes fluttered close, trying extremely hard to keep your heart steady pace. If you didn't you could go into cardiac arrest again. And explaining everything all over again was going to be in the pain in the ass,so for the moment you were going to have to do this calmly.

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My Darling Puppet (Marionette x Reader)
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