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𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: After waking up in a strange place, you are unable to remember what happened before passing out. Everything felt off in a way, and you didn't understand why.

What secret will you uncover this time?

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: mentions of death, murder, light one-sided kissing (towards ending)

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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: Sorry for the delay in fanfics, things have been a bit busy in my life outside of the internet. Consider this fanfic as an apology for my absence. I really like this one and I hope you do too!

You open your eyes halfway slowly, everything is a blur of darkness and a faint flicker of light in the corner of your eyes. What is this? Where are you?

You can hear someone, someone talking to you. What were they saying? You couldn't tell, his voice was muffled to you, you couldn't read his lips from your eyes being so blurry and everything dark. He was hovering over you, talking to you, but you couldn't tell who it was. You felt something wet touch your cheek, but you didn't move to wipe it away. You couldn't move at all, even if you tried.

You felt your eyelids get heavy, closing again, not like they were even barely open anyways. Suddenly, you felt a hard hit to the chest, right over your heart, a sound of a faint pulse in your ears. The sudden hit to the chest made you jolt up from laying down on the ground to an upright position, coughing to catch your breath, sucking in precious air, only to cough it out from how dry your mouth was.

Almost like you've been dead for a while.

You felt someone pull you, a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and shoulders, feeling the warmth of his chest on your back through his clothes. You placed a hand on your mouth, a sad attempt to stop the coughing, but it didn't help. You could hear him sobbing near your ear, feeling his lips kissing your head and temple, feeling him out his face in your neck, his warm tears falling down your neck and shoulder.

“Oh my God, oh my God. You're here, fuck. Oh my God.” You could hear his muffled voice in your neck, placing fervent kisses on your neck and shoulder, his hands roaming over the side of your face, neck, shoulder, and side to your legs, as if trying to make sure that you were actually here with him.

You managed to stop coughing long enough to look around, your eyes scanning the somewhat dark room, save for a few candles that seemed to be placed in a circle around you. The room seemed spacious, a basement maybe? It was too dark to tell, the windows had been blacked out from the sun, some boxes on the floor along with some planks of wood from where you can see. The floor was cold and hard and dirty, like cement. It was cement. The ceiling was wood, old wood that smelled weird, a few cracks in the woods, letting in faint light from above. Where are you?

The man pulled back from your neck, cupping your face in his hands to make you look at him. Your eyes have adjusted enough to the dark to see who it is. You blinked in confusion, staring at him. Sol. You opened your mouth to try to speak, but nothing came out. Your throat was hurting, like you haven't talked in a while.

Seemingly to notice this, Sol reached down beside him hurriedly, opening what seems to be a bottle of water and held it to your lips to help you drink it. The cool water goes down your throat with ease, soothing your parchedness. Pure bliss. He tilted the water up more, letting you drink more. You placed a hand on the water bottle to keep it from spilling any water, but to no avail, some of the water dripped from the side of your mouth down to your chin. You coughed on the water, and Sol immediately took the water back, his free hand rubbing your back in a soothing manner, his eyes never leaving your face.

When you collected yourself, wiping away the water from your chin, you tried to speak again, your voice hurting and hoarse. “Sol.. where.. am I…?” You managed to get out your question with a struggle, only to have him shush you, placing a finger over your lips to keep you from talking.

“You shouldn't speak just yet, you need to save your energy.” He said softly to you, placing a hand behind your head and kissing your forehead softly. He didn't let go of you, his arms around you, holding you close to his chest like his life depended on it. You didn't move, not that Sol would let you move from his grasp. It felt like a while before Sol pulled back to look at you, a smile on his face, his eyes slightly red from crying on you.

“We should get you cleaned up.” He said softly to you as his fingers ran through your hair gently. He was right. You smelled and felt gross, like rot. He helped you up and up the stairs from the basement, making sure that you didn’t fall down the stairs. Walking was a bit difficult for you, your legs wobble and almost gave out if it weren’t for Sol holding you up with an arm around your waist and one on your elbow to keep you stabilized.

When you reached the top of the stairs and out of the basement, you were blinded by bright light leaking from a few open windows, closing your eyes tightly and hissing softly from the sudden brightness. Sol winced and apologized softly to you as he guided you towards a room. You didn’t open your eyes, not wanting to be blinded again, as Sol led you to the bathroom, turning on the light after warning you. When you opened your eyes, you were met with a clean white, very white, bathroom that was bright with the light on. Everything was so bright.

He helped you sit down on the toilet. He stood there for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves, his red orange eyes boring into you, like he was contemplating something. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Would you like a bath or shower?” He asked softly. You slowly turned your head to him, giving him a blank stare. You didn’t know how to answer that. You still have no idea what the fuck was happening. He just stared at you for a moment before giving a small nod. “Bath it is then.” He crouched down by the tub, rolling up his sleeves and turning on the water, making sure it was a warm temperature.

You just sat there on the toilet, not really knowing what to do or how you got to this point. It was hard for you to remember what happened before waking up in a strange and dark basement and finding Sol above you. But it didn’t sit right with you. None of it did.

When Sol turned off the water, he stood up, wiped his wet hand on the back of his jeans and turned to you, taking in your full appearance now. You were dirty and smelled horrible, but he wasn’t going to admit that. He wouldn’t dare to. He reached to you, gently taking your arms to help you get up from the toilet. You let him. You had no option BUT to let him.

He helped you out of the clothes you had on, tossing them to the ground without a second thought. He tried to not look at your naked body, but his eyes wandered when you didn’t notice it. When you were fully undressed, he helped you into the tub, the warm water hitting your skin as you settled in the water. It felt like heaven. You couldn’t help the soft whimper coming out of you, your hand slowly flowing in the water, your eyes watching its movement.

Sol grabbed a nearby cup that was left in the bathroom and dipped it in the water, getting some water and gently pouring it over your hair. His hands were gentle as he ran his fingers through your hair, trying to get the small nots from it as he poured more water, making sure to get every part of your hair wet. He’d start washing your hair with whatever shampoo he had around and nearby, being careful to not get any in your eyes.

After washing and rinsing your hair, Sol went onto your body, gently washing your body with a bar of soap he had. It smelled like coconut and vanilla. It smelled good to you. His hands were gentle, making sure to wash under your arms, your chest, your stomach. He’d ask you softly to stand, which he had to help you do, but you stood nonetheless to let him wash your legs and feet. He tried his damndest to not look at your naked body, but he stole a few glances, hoping you wouldn’t notice. You didn’t.

Once he rinsed you and helped you out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around you and led you to a nearby bedroom, you had a chance to look around for a second. It looked like you might’ve been in a cabin. Where the hell were you? He brought you to a bedroom, the room was nice and organized, almost like a hotel room. The bed was against the wall and had white sheets and a white comforter on it, the headboard wood with little carvings on it. There was an expansive window close to the bed, the sunlight pierced through the window, casting a later afternoon light. Or at least you think it was late afternoon.

You don’t even know what time it is.

There was a long mirror hanging on the wall on the opposite side of the bed, a large brown dresser beside the mirror. There wasn’t much decoration in the bedroom. It was pretty bland.

Sol led you to the bed, letting you sit for a moment as he went to rummage through the closet, looking for something decent for you. You stared at the wood floor, finding a small spot that had a dark stain on it. Where did that come from?

When he came back, he placed a neatly folded t-shirt and sweatpants next to you. He had a small smile on his lips, doing this for you almost felt…domestic, in a way. You watched him for a moment, lost in your thoughts of confusion.

“Where am I…?” You managed to get out, a question you have been meaning to ask since you woke up in the basement. Sol stiffened for a moment before turning to you, placing a gentle hand to your head.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re here with me, and that’s all that matters.” He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes soft as he looked at you. You wanted to press it, to know where you were, but he started unfolding the clothes to help you put them on.

“I can.. Do it myself.” You tried to say, your voice still dry and hurting. He just shook his head, clearly not going to listen. Instead of arguing, you complied, raising your arms slightly as he put the shirt on you, then standing, or somewhat standing/leaning, to let him put the sweatpants on you.

Sol looked at you again, taking in your clean appearance and clean clothes. You looked better, felt better, but only slightly. Your body hurts, like someone stabbing you repeatedly all over your body. You had a headache, your chest and stomach hurts, your legs felt sore. You didn’t understand why. You cou;d barely remember what happened before you blacked out. All you can remember was walking into a cabin just outside the college campus. And that was it. Why couldn’t you remember?

“You must be hungry, I’ll make you something to eat.” Sol finally said, breaking your thought process. Before you could say anything, he turned on his heel and left the bedroom to go to the kitchen, wherever that may be in this cabin.

You took another look around the room. It all seemed boring. A lot of white and light, it seemed. It was the complete opposite to Sol’s aesthetic. You stood up from the bed, almost falling when you tried to take your first step, making you hold onto the dresser. You wanted to look around, to at least know where you are. You wobbled to the mirror, looking at yourself. You couldn’t help the gasp that came from you. You looked horrendous! Like the walking dead. Your skin is paler than before, your cheeks sunken slightly, almost making your eyes bigger than usual. You seemed more bony than before. You placed a hand on your stomach and hips, feeling how bony you were, like you hadn’t eaten in a while. Your hair was wet from the bath, but it didn’t look right, it didn’t look how it used to.

You shook your head and turned away from the mirror, not wanting to see anymore of yourself as you moved on, placing a hand on the wall as you moved to the closet, opening the door, only to find shirts and some pants hanging up. It didn’t look like anything Sol would wear. Strange. You pushed a few clothes around, not finding anything of use that could help you figure out where you were. You closed the door, turning to go back to the bed when you noticed a black duffle bag hidden in the corner of the room. Why haven’t you noticed that?

You started to make your way over to it, curiosity getting the better of you as you held onto the wall, slowly dragging your feet over to the bag. When you almost reached it, Sol’s voice boomed in the bedroom, declaring that he was back, the sound making you jump, your back against the wall, looking at him holding a plate of sunny side up eggs and cooked ham, a glass of water with ice in his other hand. How did he make that so fast?

“I hope you don't mind what I made. I'm limited on what I can make, but I can go to the store in a few days, when I have enough money for what I need.” He stopped as soon as he saw me close to the bag, his smile faltering. “What are you doing?” He asked softly, his voice nothing but a concerned whisper. You pointed to the bag, your eyes never leaving his.

“What's in the bag?” You asked softly, your voice quiet, unable to speak any louder. He swallowed hard before turning, placing the plate and glass of water in the dresser next to him. He didn't say anything for a long moment, his back to you. You opened your mouth to ask the question again when Sol suddenly turned, walking towards you to take your hand in his.

“It's not important. Come on, you need to eat.” He brought you back to the bed, not letting you get a word in as he pushed you gently to on the bed, taking the plate from the dresser and to you, letting you take the plate. He sat next to you, watching you intently as you looked at the plate of eggs and ham.

“Do you need help?” He asked, giving you a soft smile after noticing how you haven't picked up your fork yet. You looked at him and nodded, handing him the plate. He took it and happily started to feed you.

That's how it was for a few days. Sol helped you relearn how to walk properly again, helped you eat and drink without spilling anything, helped you relearn how to bathe on your own. Slowly, you've gotten better at everything, and you started to stop questioning everything. He was taking care of you, why would you question him? He did have one rule though.

Never go outside.

You never knew why he didn't want you to go outside, and he never gave you an explanation. And you never questioned it.

One afternoon, while Sol had gone out to go to the store, you decided to watch something on the TV in the living room. There wasn't anything else you could do in the cabin besides color in the coloring book Sol had gotten you a few days ago, watching TV, or sleeping. Not many options.

You turned on the TV, flipping through the channels, sighing softly, unable to find anything of interest. Just when you were about to give up, you saw something on a news channel that caught your attention, making you go back to it. You watched it, turning up the volume to hear it better.

“Today marks the day of the missing persons case, ____ ____, who has been missing for about a month. The police force are still on the lookout for them, but still having no luck in finding them. Police are doing all that they can to find them without stopping. The family of ____ are still distraught and tearful, hoping to find their loving child soon.”

A picture of you popped up on the screen, a school photo ID of when you started going to school. A video showed your parents, crying and talking about finding you soon.

Your heart dropped in your chest from hearing the reporter and seeing the video. A month? You’ve been missing for a month? The reporter went on, continuing talking about your disappearance.

“So far, police have only found traces of blood from the victim in a nearby shed on school grounds, along with blood that had belonged to a student named Jericho Ichabod, or also known as Crowe, who has also suddenly disappeared. Many people suspect that they have been attacked by the same person. Others suspect that the two might already be dead, but there have been no bodies or weapons to confirm that theory.”

You felt sick. People think you’re dead? That’s crazy! If you were dead, how are you alive right now? How could you be watching this if you are dead? It made no sense. You placed a hand over your chest, hoping to ease your racing heart, only to wince from a sudden sharp pain in your chest. You touched your chest again, feeling something strange and painful. What is this? Why haven’t you noticed it before?

You got up from the couch and headed to the bedroom, standing in front of the mirror. With shaky hands, you lifted your shirt up slowly, lifting it enough to take it off and toss it aside. When you saw yourself, you gasped loudly, feeling an overwhelming feeling of dread and shock. There was a large stitched up scar in your chest, right over your heart. You suddenly felt dizzy, your stomach churning and heart pounding hard in your chest. What is this? Where did this come from? You couldn’t have survived something like this, it looked too deep for you to still be alive. A dreadful thought popped in your head.

Am I supposed to be… dead?

You slowly reached up, touching the stitches lightly, only to wince and pull your hand back like you’ve just been burned. It hurt when you touched it. Why haven’t you noticed this before? Why haven’t you noticed this when Sol helped bathe you? It explained why your chest would always hurt, but Sol would only dismiss it and give you medicine for the pain, which would instantly go away.

Wait.

He gave you medicine for the pain. And it disappeared instantly. He’d give you the medicine before giving you a bath. Before you went to sleep. And after you wake up. He wasn’t giving you pills for chest pain, but pills to numb any kind of pain. So you couldn’t feel anything.

Tears welled up in your eyes, placing a hand over your mouth. It made you feel sick, dizzy. You felt like you might faint at any moment. You heard a door open somewhere in the cabin. It was Sol. Sol… Solivan.

You walked out of the bedroom, your heart racing as you went to the kitchen, your ears ringing. You could faintly hear Sol calling out to you, heading towards the kitchen.

“Pumpkin, I’m back! And I bought a few of your favorite foods and candy that you like-” Sol didn’t even finish his sentence when he went into the kitchen when a plate flew by his head, a loud crashing sound hitting the wall behind him. He let out a loud curse as he accidentally dropped the bags of various things. He turned to you, finding you panting softly, your eyes filled with anger. That was the first thing he noticed. The second was the scar on your chest.

Oh no.

“P-Pumpkin, what are you-” He didn’t finish the sentence as you picked up another plate and threw it at him, missing again as it hit the floor, shattering it to pieces. Sol jerked back, hissing a curse under his breath from the violent actions towards him. You picked up another plate, raising it to throw it at him again, only for him to dodge it and let it shatter on the wall again, just like the first.

“Stop it!” Sol yelled out to you, but you didn’t care to listen. You picked up a glass cup, raising it to throw it at him again, but Sol was faster. Before you could throw the glass at him, Sol rushed to you, not minding or caring he was stepping on the glass without his shoes on, reaching out and grabbing your wrist, making you drop the glass cup onto the floor, not enough to shatter it.

You jerked your hand back but to not avail, hitting his chest with your free hand, hoping it would work. He was stronger than you, which made sense, you were still weak compared to him. He kept a grip on your wrist despite your thrashing and screaming, his other hand grabbing your other wrist to make you stop hitting his chest and trying to break away from him.

“Stop it! Calm down!” He pulled you to his chest, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around you, one hand on the back of your head, the other around your back under your arm. Tears started falling down your face as you started hitting him again, balling your hands into fists, hoping it would be enough to make him let go of you. It wasn’t.

“I’m supposed to be dead!” You sobbed against his chest, hitting his back and shoulder repeatedly. “I-I’m dead! What did you d-do to me?!” You kept sobbing, your arms starting to get tired of hitting him. He stroked your hair softly, trying to soothe you, not caring if you hit him. He knew he deserved it. Tears started falling down his own face, hearing your broken sobs and cries making his heart ache. Slowly, he lowered both of you onto the ground, his arms still entangled with you, not daring to let you go despite your hitting and thrashing, but it was slowly subsiding.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Pumpkin. I-I couldn’t live without you. I needed you. I’m sorry.” He kept repeating those words in your hair, sobbing softly from how bad the situation had escalated. He hoped that you’d forgive him for this. Forgive him for everything he has done.

“W-What did you do to Crowe?!” You asked, trying to pull back to see Sol’s face. His eyes were red and watery, his expression turning to guilt. You remembered how the reporter had mentioned that Crowe’s blood was also in the shed. You hoped it wasn’t true. “Did you kill him?” You asked, your voice breaking as you spoke. His lip quivered, swallowing hard before the dreadful words came out of his mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Pumpkin.” That was all the confirmation that you needed. More tears fell down your face as you shook your head, sobs coming out from you, trying to deny that Sol had actually killed Crowe. Your best friend. Your first everything.

“No. No. No, Sol, no, no..” You kept sobbing and repeating those words, Sol’s hand forcing your head down onto his chest as he rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down, stroking your hair and shushing you, hoping that you’d calm down in his arms. You cried and sobbed into his shirt, clinging onto him as you tried to wrap your head around everything.

It felt like hours as Sol held you on the kitchen floor like that, rocking you back and forth, shushing you and stroking your hair. By the time you got done crying, you felt so tired. You didn’t understand how you were alive, how you weren’t decomposing after being dead for so long. You’d ask Sol how you were still breathing, your voice breaking again from the question. He hesitated before helping you up and leading you towards the basement door, the very basement that you first woke up in.

Sol opened the door to the basement, a smell of copper immediately wafting in your nose. It smelled like blood. When you reached the bottom of the stair of the basement, Sol turned on the basement light, the sight of the basement making you gasp and cover your mouth. The concrete floor had old blood that looked nearly brown in the shape of a pentagram, old melted candles covered the corners of the star in the circle. There was a human sized freezer in the corner of the basement, a thought creeping in your mind about it. You shakily raised your hand, pointing to the freezer. Sol seemed to understand what you were silently asking.

“I had put you in there, to preserve you…” He had mumbled to you, his voice filled with guilt and shame. You swallowed hard, pointing to the floor with the blood pentagram. “The person who owned this cabin… I killed him. I needed someone’s blood for.. you.” He explained softly. Another sob escaped your throat. The thought of Sol killing others… it didn’t feel real. None of this did.

“Where is he?” You asked softly, your voice shaking.

“In the freezer.” He simply replied, unable to look at you. You felt dizzy again, needing to lay down. Sol noticed and understood, reaching out to grab your hand only to pull your hand away from him and headed upstairs slowly, leaving him alone in the basement.

You stayed in bed for the rest of the day, crying into the pillows and trying to understand why he would do all of this. Just for YOU. It didn’t make any sense. You stayed in bed until it had gotten dark outside.

You laid there, listening to the sounds of crickets outside, feeling tired, your eyes staring at a dark random corner. You heard a knock at the bedroom door, a soft knock. When you didn’t answer, the door opened and shut softly. You kept your eyes at the dark corner. You heard shuffling for a moment before feeling the bed groan softly from the weight of Sol climbing into bed with you. His arms slowly wrapped around your waist, his head on your stomach. He didn’t say anything at first, staying like that, his thumb making gentle circles on your side, just under your shirt slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered softly again against your stomach, nuzzling his nose into your shirt. You didn’t say anything, hearing him apologizing softly again. Instead of answering, you placed a gentle hand on his head, feeling him stiffen under your touch then relaxed a second later. He let out a shuddering sigh, then a soft sob against your stomach. “I’m sorry…” He whispered again, his voice cracking slightly.

“Why did you do it, Sol?” You asked him softly, your voice nothing but a whisper in the dark, your eyes unmoving from the dark random corner. His grip tightened slightly on you before answering.

“I love you. I’d do anything for you. Please… don’t leave me.” He whispered against your stomach, burying his face into your stomach.

Love? How could he throw that word around like it was an object? Your fingers gripped his hair painfully tight, earning a whine of pain from him. He had no right to use that word.

“You’re a monster, Sol.” You whispered softly to him in the dark. He sniffled once in your shirt, his fingers gripping your shirt tightly.

“I know. But I couldn’t live without you.” He placed a wet kiss to your stomach through your shirt. You didn’t move to stop him, you didn’t have any energy to do anything really. You felt him place another kiss, then another, slowly moving up towards your neck, feeling his tears fall down onto your skin and shirt. “I love you.” He whispered again to you, hoping you’d understand just how much he’d do anything for you, how much he loved you just enough to murder for you and to bring you back to life.

You wanted to cry again. But you were sure that you were out of tears at this point by how much you’ve already cried. You knew you couldn’t leave this place, people already think you’re dead, the police are slowly stopping their search to find you. If you were to leave, you wouldn’t know what Sol would do to you. Or to himself.

You were stuck—stuck with him. Always and forever. Sol had shown that he’d do anything to keep you.

ℍ𝕖'𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

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