The Cure To A Broken Mind

Chapter 14 ~ Fine

         I leaned my forehead lightly against the cool glass of the window, my chipped fingernails picking along the edges of bent, rugged nails as I looked out of it.

        The sun was just beginning to dawn through the forestry, the warm, scarlet tone of its rays cascading along the floor and caressing my cheeks. It was a comforting feeling- a soft, weightless embrace that held me ever so gently in it's many, many arms.

        I had already spent hours upon hours attempting to find something to aid in my escape. A key for the door, a hammer to pry the nails out of the window sill, something, anything, but to no avail.

        It was starting to feel rather claustrophobic in here, really. I sighed a little at the thought, my hot breath fogging up a small fraction of the glass of the window.

        Not only that but surely the doctor would allow us out soon. After all, we were nearly out of food that I'd actually eat. Call me stubborn, but there was no way I consuming any more human flesh. Damien always kept to himself during meals- considering he typically ate from the carnage in the fridge, I'd say it was preferable. Even the thought made me gag. It was god awful, really, but at least he wasn't wasting away the canned goods I could actually consume.

        Honestly, thank god the cabin hadn't actually been abandoned when we'd gotten here, otherwise, I certainly would have starved by this point. Perhaps, though, if it had been abandon, the doctor wouldn't have killed anybody, I wouldn't have tried to leave, and we'd just go out like normal to retrieve food.

        One way or another, though. I was going to find a way out of here.

        "(Y/n)," I startled a bit, flinching at the sound despite its gentleness.

        "Hm..." I murmured softly, a low hum in my throat as I tilted away from the window. I barely turned my head, though, just to barely glance toward the figure seated on the couch.

        "Come here, would you?" he cooed a bit, attempting in luring me in closer. I could tell- he was like a welcoming light in an inky, suffocating abyss. Only, I knew there were teeth waiting for me on the other end.

        I did as I was told anyways.

        I got to my feet quietly, having been seated on my knees to look outside. Turning around, now, I had expected to see the scarred face of the doctor- only to realize he hadn't even been looking my direction.

        His commands had just been deliberate and to the point- and when I was met with the back of his head- messy, ruffled, black hair that stuck in all directions- it was almost tauntingly frightful.

        I cleared my throat, now, forcing myself over to him. One foot in front of the other, dizziness increasing with each foot in the distance that I lost. Being near him was almost like being in the presence of nuclear waste.

        "Yeah, doc?" I hushed, using the nickname out of mere habit. It seemed to practically make him twitch with irritation.

        "Damian." he reminds, then reaching and pulling an arm around my shoulders. I kind of tensed, and once I looked over, I realized his face was retracted in disappointment.

        "Sorry, sorry Damian." I nearly stammered out, to him, my voice as weak as a thin branch trying to hold out in the storm. As weightless as sand and as thoughtless as the waves that battle against it. I just lapsed into silence after that, sitting quietly against this SCP.

        SCP. It seemed like an almost incorrect term to use at this point. He appeared far too human for the longest time, it was almost as if he was anything but one of those horrid things. Even now that he'd done some truly macabre things, becoming more of a monster than I had ever seen him as- it still felt oddly wrong to associate him with that god awful laboratory.

        Then again, that poor half cat had been a part of the same place. And she was all the more innocent than he was.

        "It's fine, darling..." he whispered out quietly, the arm he had pulled so carefully around my form shifted to press to my head. His palm kinda guided my face over to the cranny against his collarbone, pulling my body more so into his as he did.

        "S-so- uhm, what'd you need?" I questioned out quietly, willingly leaning into him as he pulled my body against him. Despite this, I noticed I remained rather stiff and continuous in my nervous tension.

        I found myself staring blankly forward into his skin, either way- not really knowing where else to drag my eyes. Considering he'd kinda just pushed my face there- it felt like moving might result in unwanted consequences- but so would closing my eyes, in some untold kind of way.

        "Oh, nothing." he sighed, his voice a sweet purr as he spoke, "I just wanted to hold you..." he kissed my forehead as his talking came to a conclusion, both his words and his actions filled with such love and compassion it almost made me feel guilty.

        It genuinely made me feel bad for wanting to leave him so desperately. Despite this, however, there wasn't much left in my mind that could change the reasoning to it. I needed to get away from him, regardless. This was all too unhealthy, anyway.

        "Hey, Damian-?" I looked up at him just a little bit, simply a slow and cautious inquiry, "can we go out tonight..?" I whispered, now, hoping he'd agree to it.

        "What for?" he nearly grumbled toward me, his voice suddenly becoming stern once more.

        "We're about out of canned foods, D-...Damian." my voice wavered a little bit, finding that I was needing to refrain from calling him Doc again. I kept my eyes on him now, shifting just a tad to look up at him as I plead my case.

        "Nonsense, there's plenty of meat in the fridge..." he explained in protest, looking back down to return my sideways glance. His words were trying to be reassuring, but they only left me feeling a bit more unnerved.

        "D-Damian, that stuff makes me sick, though.." I quickly argued, knowing that even if I did eat human flesh willingly, it would genuinely make me sickly. Cannibalism results in shaky hands and broken minds and I wasn't about to welcome either.

        "You'll get used to it, doll- I've cooked it to perfection, ya know-" he lifts his chin a little bit, seeming proud to have gotten his recipe down to a science.

        "Damian, it's already rotten!" I exclaimed, beginning to push him a little bit to get back up off of him.

        He only held me tighter.

        "(Y/n), you can deal." he grits his teeth a bit, "we may go out when we're out of meat in the fridge." he glares almost, refusing to let me leave by any means possible.

        He pulled me a bit more, snagging me into his lap now which resulted in a small gasp on my end.

        I looked at him silently.

        Looks like I was going to have to find a way to get rid of all of it. For my own sake.

        "...F-fine." I stammered, looking away and giving in as he pulled me right back up against himself.

        Fine, it is, then.