Being different...(Creepypasta X reader)

{Chapter 11}:[part 1]: "𝐖ᴇ'ʀᴇ 𝐑ᴜɴɴɪɴɢ 𝐀ᴡᴀʏ 𝐓ᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs 𝐇ᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ"

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.Third Person View.

(Y/n) breathes a heavy sigh, as she carried a medium-sized box, it was signed with a black inked felt tip pen on the front side which read '(Y/n)'s Clothes' in a rushed written work by the girl herself. She blew a strand of her hair as she walked past the front gate, before passing it to a man wearing a blue suit with a tag on his breast pocket, signifying his current job as a Mover-truck Driver. Without giving much of a glance at the said man, She hurriedly went inside the house, cautiously walking up the stairs avoiding two workers in blue, as they carried an elongated box down the steep stairs.

She could only bite her lower lip as she found herself riling with mild anxiety seeing as how dangerous both men were currently doing. It wasn't long before she looked away and proceeded to open the door of her forthwith emptied bed-chamber.

Happy memories weren't particularly common in the said room since it was only given to her a few weeks after her recovery from the unfortunate events that occurred during Billy's Birthday party. Though, It didn't mean that there wasn't anything worth to remember.

Her mind drifted to a certain burnt haired boy and his sibling, whom she didn't have the slightest clue as to where had taken off. She couldn't help but be reminded of the night of the fire, where his charred lips pressed on her soft cheek, his blackened eyes filled with insanity staring at her (e/c) ones. She still couldn't shake the fact that his features were extremely familiar... And their interaction seemed like a deja vu.

By then her eyebrows were furrowed, as she thought deeply as to where she saw that unusual complexion. That was until realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

"He... He's the one in my nightmares..." She mumbled, as her mind recalled those disturbing dreams she had before.
From there, almost everything seemed to click in her head. Although it seemed really hazy, she could clarify the indistinguishable detail from her Night terrors and the events that occurred weeks ago.

Come to think of it, It felt surreal whenever she came across the land of dreamscape, It was as if she was a supposed oracle who only needed to hone their skills of foresight for her to truly understand what her night terrors meant.

"(Y/n) dear, we leave in two minutes" Irene suddenly called from the empty living room, rechecking her belongings, making sure she never left anything important.

The said teen flinched, she had swam too deep into her thoughts to the point of nearly forgetting her current position "A-alright Mom" She replied, before stepping out of the doorframe and closing the door. With that, she proceeds down the hallway, before looking up and reaching up to an all too familiar ladder that she had cautiously climbed up and down for almost four years. She then proceeded up to the attic, reminiscing her 'not so great' moments in the said room.

She could still recall every minute of the day (or night) when Irene and Esmund verbally abused each other (More of Esmund doing this really), she would hide under her blankets, trying her best to ignore multiple insults, spewing out of their mouths, Or whenever Jane would call her and vice versa whenever they both needed someone to talk to, and of course her nightmares. Especially her dreadful nightmares.

With this, she chuckled..

"I'll sure do miss this place."

.(Y/n)'s Point of view.

Being in a car for more than an hour felt a bit nostalgic, the last time we embarked on a trip as long as this was four years ago. The mere difference was that I wasn't informed on why we needed to crucially leave our house. I would've asked Mother, but Esmund was around, and I wasn't really in the mood for one of his sarcastic replies.