On The Run (Masky/Tim Wright x Reader) [On Going]

Chapter 9: Entry Letter 𝒞

There wasn't any audio for the first portion of the tape as you could only see (Y/n)'s mother for the first time on-screen yelling at someone based on her hand movement.  It wasn't long before (Y/n) got into view and had made eye contact with the camera and her face went pale.  Her mother placed her hands on her shoulders and was about to explode and lose her temper.  (Y/n) tried to get out of her grip but nothing would work and soon, she was thrown to the ground.

The screen became black and then showed (Y/n) at some kind of dinner and to be eating pancakes with some bacon right next to it as someone was beside her patted her back.  It was unclear who it was but it seemed to be a man rather than a woman as he ruffled her hair making her giggle.  He then left and that small moment of happiness left and her once beautiful smile turned into a frown.  She looked back to her food lightly pushed it aside and rested her head in her arms. 

The poor girl was crying for a good five minutes until she lifted her head up and wiped her tears away and saw someone walking towards her.  Her eyes defiantly widened a little, but when the person lifted her hand up and held it, (Y/n) then got up and hugged what seemed to be a slightly younger Holly.  Holly's hair showed quite a lot of more color with her hair having little streaks of blonde hair.  But why was she there? 

Holly then walked away and (Y/n) quickly grabbed everything and then her camcorder and turned it off.  The next thing that showed up was (Y/n) looking out a window with gauze bandage wraps on her arms and small dark bags under her eyes.  It was unclear how long it was until she decided to show herself again but the only thing that was known was that (Y/n) was aware of the camera focusing on her as she turned around she moved to sit in front of the camera.

"I don't know how much was shown, but all I can say is that everything is fine and is being handled.  I hope."  She mumbled the last part that was hardly even picked up by the slightly old camera.

"I'm going to take a break again.  I don't have the energy to do this right at the moment.  All I'm going to say is that I'm f̵̧̱͈͈͉͙͓̦̘͂͐̓̃̒́̈́͗͂̋͠ḯ̵̛̟͇̮̮̺̥͍̭̼͂̀̍͆̀̑͂̌͜ń̷̢̪̺͚͂̐͌̀̔͘͜͝e.  All that was shown was nothing and didn't mean anything, it's was just a one-time thing and nothing more." 

(Y/n)'s hands were shaking, with her fingertips being red along with her knuckles.  If you were to look closely, you could see a dry cut with small and faint bloodstains on the back of her hand, her nails we're also a bit jagged as if she bite them off.  It was highly unlikely because of her parents being very strict about not doing that.  Though, nothing was unsure at this point.

(̴̝͎̫̽̀̒̑̒̍̈́Ţ̸͙͓̙̞̖̣̙̥̄͊͋̈́͐̾̆̊͘a̵̮̟̣̥̜̜̜̫̋̿͑̇͘͘ṕ̴̧̻̲̣̓̐͆̈́̋̈́̈́̊̍͘̚͘͠e̸͉̒̈́̇͆̍ ̶̝̦̝͙̰̽͜ͅÈ̶̡̫͓̯̖͕̞̀̅͝ǹ̴̡̨͎͙ͅḑ̸͇̻̈́̇̀̂͋̆͑̆̽̒̊͘̚͠ḙ̶̛͔́̈́̆͋͊̌̿̀̐̾̀́͠ḏ̶̤͔̞̟̬̈́̈̉̒̓̈́̒͆̐͋̄̃͘͝ͅ)
(̵̛̘̯̾͛̓͛̾̿N̷̥̙̺̏̓̆̂̈́̈́̾͠͝e̷̡̧̦͎̣̗͑̇̍̔̌͘͠w̸̨̨͓͔͍̜̠͍̰̦̺̰̌̇̒͋ͅ ̵̬̝̬͈̩͚̱͛̔̓̈́̔̄̒̈́͘ͅT̵̢̞̙̠͙̬͉͓̜͗̄̅̽̄͗̔̐͒͝ä̴̡̨̨̮̘̙͓̣̜͙̣͔́͛́̃͊͝p̶̡̟̹̐͗̓͆̅̂́̍͒̆́̓̈́̑̏e̶̗̟͙̭̯̬̙̥̿́̇͐́̉͒̓͋̏̀̀̆͝͝ ̴̧̧̖̠̥͔̫̪͇̭̤̖̟͉̅͐̃̎͠ͅR̴̢̪̤̝̺̺̍́̀̎͐͂́̈́ǫ̸̗͙̫̭̬̠̲͓̀͒́̋̋ḻ̶̥̦͉̦̪͕̬̫̂͛l̴̨̞̫͎͎͑̆́̆̑̿̇͋̓̔̀͗̔͝í̷̛̪̙̊̾̔͑̈̇̈́͒̀̉̚n̵̨̛̥̳͈̫̰̱̫̠̳̈̀̎̃͌̈́̏̚̚͜g̷͔̗̥̭̬͒͐̇͗͛̂͋)̵̢̥̭̪̗̫̦̤͍͍̹̂̌̄̈́̓͛͐̓́̈́̄͐̏̍

(⚠️What is coming next may trigger some people since it talks deeply about depression and a hint of suicide.  If you want to skip this, go to where it says tape ended in the glitch text.  Please be aware before reading this section⚠️)

If there was a bridge between you and your life, would you jump and lose it all?
You are blind in the mind but not the eyes, you see but never the truth about yourself.
You drown every day in your own self-loathing and rustle with the hopelessness you feel in your chest.  Making it hard to breathe, as if you were submerging in the dark depths of water.
It hasn't left you, it still is attached to you, it is apart of you like a leach, slowly draining everything out of you.  All your joy, all your precious feeling of love and happiness. 
All you wanted was to feel something, to feel loved, to feel worthy, to feel important, but nothing worked or satisfied you.
She tried to fix you, but all you did was ignore her and when you did pay attention, you went if it for a while then left.
All you see is black and white, no color, you are numb and will never feel anything, but is that true?
Is pain anything?  Or is it all just in your mind?
You don't understand who you are.  Are you new and improved or are you still the broken material that you supposedly once were?

Fix yourself.
Repair yourself.
Or keep breaking.
I'm fine.
But are you?

(̴̝͎̫̽̀̒̑̒̍̈́Ţ̸͙͓̙̞̖̣̙̥̄͊͋̈́͐̾̆̊͘a̵̮̟̣̥̜̜̜̫̋̿͑̇͘͘ṕ̴̧̻̲̣̓̐͆̈́̋̈́̈́̊̍͘̚͘͠e̸͉̒̈́̇͆̍ ̶̝̦̝͙̰̽͜ͅÈ̶̡̫͓̯̖͕̞̀̅͝ǹ̴̡̨͎͙ͅḑ̸͇̻̈́̇̀̂͋̆͑̆̽̒̊͘̚͠ḙ̶̛͔́̈́̆͋͊̌̿̀̐̾̀́͠ḏ̶̤͔̞̟̬̈́̈̉̒̓̈́̒͆̐͋̄̃͘͝ͅ)

(Y/n) was speechless, she couldn't believe what was on these tapes and how much this started to trigger something inside her.  All she did was shove everything in her bag and exited the house.  She wanted to forget everything, all of this was for nothing and only brought back memories that were meant to be left forgotten.

She needed to focus on planning a funeral and getting out of this town forever and get rid of these tapes.  It made her feel empty and hollow, this feeling was all way too familiar with her and finally, her breathing began to hitch.  (Y/n) called someone to fix her car and waited anxiously to get out of here. 

Nothing good came from Alabama.

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First of all, thank you for all for a little bit over 300 reads!  It such an honor to know that people enjoy this but none of with would have been possible with you guys reading this!  There is another person I want to thank personally, they have helped with the story so I do give credit to her as well.  Again, thank you all and have a good day/night. 
Also, sorry for the random dark section that kind of came up randomly.  I did say that some things like this would come up in the book so please be aware now.
If you didn't see the short poem here's a more friendly version:
Your past is coming back into your life.  You need to break free from your chains.
You will survive, you will go on strong and courageously, only if you put in the effort.
If not, you will fade to black and become ashes and be reborn into something you thought you'd never be.
No matter how strong you are, it's not enough.
Or so you think.
You must be strong.
You must not fall.
I am.
But are you?