TRAPPED - 2 (sketchxreader)

TW for this chapter..

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(a few days later)

Ethan-

I stare at the shallow white ceiling of my room, dawning upon me. I notice how the fan keeps doing rounds over and over again. it's a scary loop, this is how elijah must've felt when he was trapped in his awful lifestyle and who says he isn't trapped somewhere right now as well?

in just a few minutes I have my first meeting with the therapist my parents got for me. All thanks and amie and sub for ruining everything!

I'd much rather stay here in my room and use my time to solve my brother's missing case. I wanna be here on the lookout, collecting clues instead of going to the damn therapist.

A few years escape my eyes as bad thoughts creep up on me. I feel like we are never going to find elijah, the police have already flaked out. Plus the missing pages of the diary are different now. The last one I got said,

"Static is life, static is death."

What the fuck does that mean? Where is elijah? I ask myself these questions while trashing my room. I hear the shattering noise of glass breaking around me and encompassing my feet ws I didn't shy away from smashing my fists against the mirror.

Ally books, clothes and everything are on the ground I can't even see the carpet anymore. I sit down and look at my bleeding knuckles, I feel defeated. Why elijah and not me? I wish I could switch places with him. He doesn't deserve this pain, I probably do.

I start full on sobbing now. I feel suffocated, life is not going anywhere. My girlfriend and my friend are against me and so are my parents. I am going to be stuck spending my evenings with this shrink for god knows how long.

with shaky steps, I approach my bedside drawer and I slide it open. I eye the blade sitting amidst my pens and pending school assignments. My heart stats racing at the speed of light when I pick up that sharp object.

And the thought of harming myself comes into my head. Everything feels too much, it's all suffocating and overwhelming. What if my brother is dead? Shouldn't I be dead as well?

Then suddenly and thankfully I hear a knock at my door. I drop the blade and open the door. It's my brother Ron, "Dude it's time for your first therapy appointment. Let's go unless you don't want to..." He offers.

It's all a woosh. My mind is stuck in a knot and I feel like I can't breathe but I manage to reply, "no- i need it, we have to go!"

"I just tried killing myself with that- that- blade on the ground!!!" I break down and confide in my brother.

And to be honest it was a blur from there. I am taken to the therapist..... My family is there to help me and support me.

Elijah-

The story goes blank from Ethan's POV right there so I will catch you up to what's been happening to me....

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It was like any other night. I was sleeping but not peacefully. I was yet again met with a nightmare.

I was in my living room and the TV had been left running. There was nothing on it and I tried to find the remote to turn it off but I couldn't. The TV was grey and there were creepy distorted sounds coming out of it.

My heart was racing and my gut was telling me that something bad was going to happen so I kept desperately looking for the remote but no luck.

Then something flashed on the TV...

It read "static is life, static is death"

I woke up in a panic but I was forced to go through the day and pretend to be normal. It was a school day after all but thankfully it was Saturday so the next day was a holiday.

I got ready and made my way to school with Ethan. We had our first class together then we got separated. Y/n was nowhere to be seen and I assumed that she ditched or something.

Then at lunch break something creepy happened.....

I went through my locker to take out some stuff for the next class but in there I found a note which yet again read "static is life, static is death"

In that moment I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Out of fear, I rolled up and threw away that piece of paper as far as I could then I ran into the bathroom which was fortunately empty.

My breathing intensity increased and I felt an incoming panic attack. I hugged my knees to my chest. No way, my nightmares are translating into reality? Am I gonna get buried alive? Am I gonna die? Is something bad going to happen. Is Jack still alive?

But that wasn't even the worst of it...

The same night something happened that changed my life completely.

I played a few rounds of skywars with Ethan before going to bed. It was a good distraction, I forgot about all the negative things but as soon as I saw my bed it all came back.

I felt so scared to sleep yet I somehow managed to do it. I dozed off...

[The Final Nightmare]

The sky looked more black than usual. It had no color or character it seemed. I stared at my window than at the clock on my bedside table. It read 3:24 am.

Then suddenly before I could even comprehend what was going on, a strange figure barged in through the window. They had a mask on. It happened so fast I didn't understand what was going on...

But they put a blindfold over my eyes and took me somewhere. I opened my eyes and there were shackles around my feet and I seemed to be tied down to a rusty chair.

I shook and tried to break free but nothing worked. Then I felt a lot of unbearable agony as if a sharp object was being penetrated into my skin.

The sick person took off my blindfold and I realized they were carving the "static is life, static is death" on my bare chest with a knife....

I woke up in a cold sweat and tried to regain my breath but I seemed to be stuck?

I couldn't move. I felt restricted and suffocated then something from the top of my eyes was taken off...

I opened my eyes and I was face to face with the person in the mask. I looked down and I realized I was not at home. My feet were in shackles and I was tied down to a rusty chair, the same one from my dream...

I felt cold, I was barely wearing any clothes. No shirt.

It hit me. My nightmares were slowly taking shape into reality. There was some tampering with different dimensions.

I let out a loud scream.....

Then I got shushed by that person. They put one hand over my chest and the other one over my mouth.

"Shh"

The touch. The voice. It was familiar.

"y/n? " i asked with a shake-y voice.