𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 (Wally darling x reader)

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

Hey everyone, I wanted to touch on a few things before we get into this chapter. I'm asking for everyone to refrain from joking during these scenes because they're very triggering and a sensitive topic to me and tons of others. I'm using my own experiences in life to help capture the essence so this really resonates with my emotions and I'd appreciate if we don't mess around! Thank you.
Massive TW for mentions of; SH, Suicide attempts, hallucinating, self manipulation, self hatred, and mentions of demonic possession.

With all of this in mind, enjoy.

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Wally's POV;

I smiled and watched as you left the room, hoping to myself that you'd create the most wonderful blueprints imaginable. The second you crossed into the hallway, my smile dropped and the same empty feeling creeped back into my heart, settling like cement. I glanced over at the belt that sat on top of the coffee table and reached a hand out to grab it. I held the leather in my hands as my fingers tensed around it, feeling tears prick my eyes. I lifted a hand to my lips, a fluttering sensation still remained from the kiss we shared, but all it meant to me was a reminder. A reminder that I only had so much time left. I choked back a sob and stood up, the belt thudding against the wood floor as I loosened my grasp on it. I rubbed my eyes and made my way into the kitchen, considering different meals I could experiment with. I've done spaghetti, salad- oh! Why not something a bit more.. French? I've never made a French dish before. I smiled happily to myself and skipped over to the pantry, opening the doors and skimming the racks, my eyes landing on some bread. I haven't made sandwiches yet.. I could add a French twist to them! I giggled to myself and grabbed the bread, closing the pantry and walking over to the dining table. I glanced over to the sink and caught a glimpse of myself in the pots hanging above it - only, it wasn't me I saw. I stopped in my tracks, backing up a few feet and staring at Home. He looked right back at me with a mocking grin plastered on his face through the pans. I shook my head, hoping I was just making it up. I sighed and began laying pieces of bread onto a plate, making my way over to the fridge and pulling out different ingredients. I put them down symmetrically onto the bread, smiling as everything fell into alignment. I waltzed back over to the fridge, putting the ingredients back and making sure not to stare into the reflective cover as I closed it once more. I took hold of the plate, bringing it over to my gas stove and reaching above for a hanging pan. I took hold of a plain silver frying pan, turning it over and glaring down at Home. Why was he still watching me? This isn't me. I'm not Home. I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes looking at me from every direction, it felt as if my next moves weren't my own - but as if I were being moved by six different hands. I placed the pan onto the stove and flicked it on, taking a sandwich and placing it into the pan. As I stared down at the simmering sandwich, I couldn't help but get lost in my sea of thoughts.

All of that time I spent with Home - how was he eating to stay alive? He must've been feeding off of my sadness and then.. maybe my obsession. He didn't need to use their blood until just recently- oh god. Home doesn't need me anymore, he can get rid of me anytime he wants. If he doesn't need me, then why do I keep seeing him in myself? I turned and glanced back at the fridge, seeing Home once more.

"What's your plan?" I mumbled to myself.

I sighed and glanced back to the pan, flicking the stove off and flipping the heated sandwich back onto the plate. I reached over and pulled a knife from the holder, staring down at it and shifted the end so my reflection stared back at me.

"You're insane." I whispered, grimacing at Home.

"You're not any better. Do you not get it? We are one in the same. We are eachother." Home giggled in the reflection.