Sinful Secrets ((Creepypasta x reader))

Ch 4. People judge too quickly and our feelings are what they forget.

Roses aren't always red and violets aren't exactly blue. The society that we live in never seems to speak the truth.

Smiles aren't always happy and frowns aren't always upset. People judge too quickly and our feelings are what they forget.

[A.V.]
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Breathing heavily I sat up straight in bed. Cold sweat made my shirt cling to my torso. Feeling overwhelmed by what I'd just experienced I threw the blankets to the side and placed my feet firmly on the ground. With unexpected effort I pulled myself up on my feet and waddled towards the sink. Grabbing a cup I held it under the faucet and waited until it was completely filled. With laboured swallows I managed to force the cool drink down my throat.

Gazing up I observed my reflexion in the mirror. Tousled hair glossy with sweat, skin devoid of its natural healthy glow and fear-stricken (eye color) orbs stared back at me. A complete and utter mess, I concluded.

Sucking in a deep breath I combed my fingers through my hair. Focussed on steadying my frantic intakes of breath. In and out. Just breathe. The rhythmic exercise eventually helped calm me down enough to regain some rationality. At least enough so to straighten my posture.

After what had transpired in my dream just now I dreaded the idea of going back to sleep anytime soon. Raising my wrist I watched the tiny display of my watch light up.

04:37.

This means I've had approximately 5 hours of sleep. That was doable enough to get me through the rest of the day with the aid of a few cups of coffee. Releasing a heavy sigh, I grabbed a soft jacket from the door hanger and wrapped it securely around me. Time for some tea.

With a creaking sounds I opened my bedroom door, cringing at how loud it sounded in the empty hallway. Carefully I slipped on a pair of shoes and tiptoed my way towards our shared kitchen. To my surprise I wasn't the only one there.

"Mira, what are you doing up so late?"

Surprised to see my next door neighbour awake I blurted out the question. Her tired eyes gazed back at me before turning to watch the boiling kettle again.

"Couldn't sleep. Do you also want some tea?"

Dazed I took a seat at the table while giving her a nod.

"You know I'm always up for a hot drink late at night."

She hummed in confirmation. Silence ensued between the both of us as we waited for the water to boil. Not uncomfortably so, though. It gave me time to clear my head and sort through my thoughts.

The sight of a steaming mug being placed in front of me, however, brought me back to reality. Lifting my gaze I absentmindedly observed the soft smile she gave me. Gracefully she took a seat across from me. My eyes followed her blonde hair fall past her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side. It was probably meant as a reassuring gesture, urging me to tell her what was occupying my mind. Lowering my gaze I settled for fidgeting with the tea bag floating in my mug. After a bit of silence a sigh reverberated through the kitchen.

"(Name)?"

An unsure hum passed my lips upon hearing my name, refusing to look at her.