SCP-049 x Reader - Untouchable

Chapter 14

   Hesitating, I didn't really know what to say. "I... I'm not sure."

   We both had fallen silent after that; neither of us had anything to say. All I was focusing on was one thing: Nothing was going to stop me. Even if it broke me. Perhaps more than it already had.

   I'll risk tooth and nail if I have to, but I'm getting out of here. We had turned the corner, revealing the next mess of blood from the first guard. 'Cadet,' more specifically. Even if I have to turn people into... I looked at the pool of blood. That. Even if I have to, I will. I...

   My breathing picked up a bit, an uncomfortable feeling sprouting in my chest. It wrapped its branches around my ribs, leaves stuffing it until the entire area was tight. The pounding of my heart only grew more intense. I don't know anymore. How long with this feeling last? How long will I last?

   Tears blurred my vision, rimming the bottom of it, and filled the rest when I squinted to prevent an over-pour. The screaming. All that screaming around us that had accompanied us from 049's cell to now. At some point, one of them would end up being me.

   More screams. Those of a white creature.

   So much blood. It tore apart that guard.

   I couldn't get it out of my head.

   Could have been me. I would be dead.

   A grey humanoid thing. Only visible through green rays.

   The blood staining my shoulder blades remained.

   Wouldn't let me forget.

   Could have never seen it. I wish I didn't.

   Flashes and images running through my mind.

   Relying on a statue and an old doctor. Saved from being shot twice.

   I... I'm supposed to be dead.

   The tears fell, cascading down my cheeks. My eyes squeezed shut, jaw forcefully clenching. I lowered my head as the ends of my fingers burrowed into my palms.

   I'm supposed to be dead. I'm supposed to be dead! I'm not! I'm not, and...

   I hiccupped against the pressure on my body. Discomfort welcomed itself in queasiness inside my stomach.

   I'm not, and things are just going to keep coming. They'll keep coming and coming and coming! Because I'm supposed to be dead! They'll keep coming until I am! No telling when! No telling how! I'll just die! Everything will be for nothing!

   My shoulders rose, arms stiffening. Each inhale and exhale was uneven, being heavy and hard to ignore. They came through my pressed teeth.

   I'll never know what I did! Maybe what I did is why I'm supposed to die! Maybe I deserve all this!

   "[Name.]"

   Eyes snapping open, I peered through my unclear vision. The doctor had stopped, being a foot away as was facing me.

   I remained silent, instead only staring at him, only then feeling how tense the air was. Blinking away a few tears, I was able to see him gesture for me to come closer with two gloved digits.

   At that point, my breathing pattern was close to that of panting. I lingered where I was before I finally approached him. There, I stopped inches away, feeling the cold slithers of tears continuing to go down my face. They yielded at my chin before finally letting off.