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

Chapter 11: Stay Alive

There was a long absence of noise which only persisted the longer (Y/n) stayed motionless and quiet.  Yet, in her mind, there was a war and a chaotic bundle of emotions that were being caged in the back of her mind.  It was waiting for the sweet satisfaction of release and the capability to open her mouth and form words.

But there was a border, a border in which stopped everything that kept a person's personality alive and from becoming faded.  Like an empty shell of a person waiting for someone to gain control and take the wheel to drive them away from whatever keeping them anchored to their own temptations and sinful nature.

(Y/n) was still frozen and dazed as she held a half warm cup of coffee that slowly began to slip through her hands.  Her hair was a knotted mess and her eyes had a tint of pink as bags had formed under her tired eyes.  This was starting to become a normal routine that was getting unhealthy as at first it was only daydreaming but gradually became a state of paralysis. 

This began to occur not long after planning for the funeral was an all daily thing which made her a workaholic to others, but in reality, that wasn't the right term.  But when night comes around that is where it all goes down, left and right nightmares flood through her mind, and monsters from the deepest part of hell show their faces.  And because of that, (Y/n) hardly sleeps and stays up all night, and due to the lack of energy she has, who knows what she does with all that time to herself. 

Especially with someone with a dark background like hers.  It's dangerous. 

A warm liquid pours over her legs and soon her head jolted backward which made her neck pop.  Quickly she sprung up from her seat which caused her body to pop in several places, almost having a similar sound to pop rocks. 

There was both a mixture of pain and comfort in several places in her body as she began to walk over to the sink and grab a towel to clean up the mess she made.  (Y/n) breathed heavily as the cloth ran over the liquid it rapidly changed in and out to blood as with her hands showing cuts, bruises along with her buckle being a bright red.  Eventually, she backed away from the table and closed her eyes and clutched her head tightly and groaned as the discomfort that spread like a disease thought her body.

When opening her eyes, there were a few strands of hair in her right hand but only enough to that you couldn't even tell that hair was even missing from her skull. (Y/n)'s breathing also finally started to slow down at a steady pace but still there was adrenaline running through her veins.  All she wanted was to be at home or just somewhere nice with her coworkers on a night out or maybe even on a date and try with Liam.  But at the same time, none of that sounded pleasant.

As chills began to run-up (Y/n)'s spine, glancing over at the window, something didn't feel right, as if someone else was here. She made her way to the window in the living room and saw nothing but trees and her surrounding neighbors.  But even with what's right in front of her that wasn't right, there is more to a painting than what you see with your eyes. 

Sighing, (Y/n) just walked upstairs to find something to wear that wasn't stained to go for a walk around the neighborhood to observe her surroundings. To attempt to ease the leftover paranoia that still clung to her soul and wouldn't fade.

While changing she did her best to fix her appearance but if you were looked hard enough, you could still see a broken woman that is without repair.  It wasn't too long until she finally stepped foot out of her house to only loosen up before going back to her toxic schedule. 

For the most part, there wasn't anything going on around her, the only thing that tried to come at her were dogs but the dogs weren't the reason why she came outside.  After (Y/n) walked pretty far from her house she turned her head back slowly towards her house to see a figure close to the backyard.

"Hey!"  She yelled and began to run over to her house as the stranger began to walk into the back where the woods were, but luckily if you were to go far enough, you would eventually hit the main road.

It was hard the tell what they looked like but the only thing that she could make out from them was their mustard yellow hoodie that could also pass as either a yellow or orange color.  They also seemed to have had something covering their face that was most likely a ski mask.

It was hard to catch up with the figure but eventually, she was at a good distance from the person.  But after they headed into the woods only bad memories ran in her mind, but she pushed it aside and went after the individual.  Maybe they were the one responsible for everything that she had to go through.

Courage and motivation was the only thing keeping her mindset on the possibility of being free from it rather than the fear that was waiting to burst within her.  (Y/n)'s eyes widened when they turned around and pointed a gun at her which made her freeze.  But that's not what scared her at all, what did was the crunching noise of someone walking up behind her.

The footsteps started out fast but only got slowly once they grew closer to her and soon they were right behind her.  (Y/n)'s body tensed a little but still, she stayed strong, and as she turned around to see who they were she punched the person as hard as she could and began to run.  It wasn't long until she fell to the ground and saw that a bullet was in her left hip but at that moment it appeared.  It was in the way of what was happening to the unknown strangers who wanted to kill her.  But not long after looking around it appeared right in front of her face as the static began to tear her mind apart.

For the first time in a while, she began to cough up blood and feel the burn in her throat and the lack of oxygen that she was receiving.  It got so bad to the point where she began to scream due to the massive amount of pressure that was cast upon her whole body.  The only thing she could do was curl up and clutch her arms and dig her nails deep into her skin to try and distract herself from the pain in her head. 

But then something snapped and it was unclear what it was because everything went blank.  (Y/n) still seemed to be conscious but everything was black, almost as if she was in some kind of lucid dream but even that didn't feel right.

For ages, she was in this state of mind before finally, blacking out for good. 

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Little raindrops fell onto her face as (Y/n) began to redeem consciousness not knowing where she was or how long she's been out.  Looking around she seemed to be in a warehouse or maybe some kind of old boiler room.  In front of her lied a piece of paper holding a date 3-5-12.  If that was today's date that means it would be nine days before the funeral, meaning she's been out for almost about three weeks.

(Y/n) rubbed her temples as it was beginning to become a struggle to not cry.  All of this was becoming a regular thing in her life and she hated it.  She hated amnesia.  As she looks back at her hands there were a lot of scratches on them and cuts, yet someone took care of them. 

Breathing heavily she got up and walked around the room, pacing back and forth trying to decide what to do exactly.  It was obvious that (Y/n) needed to get out of here but what was her excuse for being gone so long what was going to go down?  Had the word been spread out to people that her mom is dead? 

All she did was face the wall and rested her head on it as it chilled the pain that wavered in her mind.  She put her the palms of her hands on the wall as well as tried to relax and relieve the tension.  But all the could seem to feel was dizziness the world orbiting around the sun.