I'm Weak (Pico x Reader) 18+

Forest : Chapter Five

The music carried on until the break of dawn cut through the trees and cast down onto her smiling face. She was tired, but she was at peace. Releasing the final note, the band finished their performance, one to be remembered for years to come. Y/n leaned back on the mattress she had been sitting on and spreads her arms out wide across it. Her fingers and arms throbbed from over working them for hours. But it was worth it, worth that bliss she felt while playing. It was like a drug to her.
Tears slipped from the corner of Y/n's eye and rolled softly down her smiling cheek. She wished for this moment to last forever. Y/n knew it was a temporary high deep down. But she shoved that aside and decided to live in the moment again. She'll handle the negative thoughts and emotions when she wakes up. But for now, she can smile. Y/n wasnt sure what time it was. It didnt matter, the forest had no need for those numbers, they merely needed the light and darkness of the sun. As she closed her eyes, Y/n slipped into the warm embrace of sleep.

'Where the hell is she?' Pico thought to himself as he sat impatiently in his first hour class. His foot was bouncing on the ground subconsciously and only picked up speed the more agitated he became. There was no reason she shouldn't have been here. He didn't beat her up that much. . .

Right?

What if he actually hurt her? No, he didn't think he threw her hard enough for her to be too injured. What other reason could there be?

Maybe it was whoever she lived with. Pico isn't an idiot, he could tell that someone else has been hurting her. It was more than likely her parents. Scumbags.
It was one thing for Pico to rough Y/n up, but it was another for her to get beaten by her our parents. But was it really any different? Pico was making every effort in justifying his treatment of Y/n. He couldn't find any that were flattering to say the least. He truly was a fucked up individual.
Pico didn't bully anyone that day. He both felt ashamed and immense anger. One part of him wanted to try his best to turn over a new leaf, yet the other just wanted to cave into the voices pounding into his head. Why was he feeling sorry for her? Why was he even concerned about her? Maybe he was jealous of her parents. He wanted to be the only one to hurt her. Him and only him. But why? Maybe it was just how weak Y/n was that made her stand out so much. No other person has ever made him feel the way she makes him feel. And he hated it. It wanted all these emotions and thoughts to disappear. Everything was so simple before she showed her damn face. He was just a bully with no remorse, that was it. But now he was starting to feel that remorse he had shoved away for so long.
This same cycle continued for days. Y/n seemingly had disappeared off the face of the Earth. She came into his world for only two days and left him for even longer. Her absence was driving him insane, if that was even possible. He was to the point where we was actually beginning to worry about her. It was a strange. He needed to see her again. He just needed to know she was still alive. He felt guilt and he didn't want to experience it any longer. He decided he would hold at for one more day and then go seek her out himself. He didn't want to but he couldn't keep feeling.

With the last bell buzzing in his ears, he lazily lifted his head off his desk and grabbed his bag. Even with how pent up he was, he still managed to fall asleep in his 8th hour class. Typical. As he was walking out of the classroom, he  took notice of all the students who shyed away from him. Also typical. They all knew if they ticked him off they'd regret it. Even if he hadn't bullied them or done anything to them, word travels quickly around here. He sighed and stared at the ground as he walked out of the school. He hated how isolated he felt in this world, not just school. He always wondered if he would have had more friends if the incident had never happened. He used to be friendly, well-liked, and honest. But deep down he knew it wasnt the shooting to blame for this. It was himself. He created this fear and hate in all the people in his life.
Pico nearly forgot where he was as his thoughts were swimming in his head. But the snapping of a branch broke him away from the depths of his mind. He turned his head to the opening of the lost forest. That's what most kids and people in this town referred to it as. Most people who went in either never returned, at least in one piece that is. Pico didnt understand why he was so drawn to the sound, on any other day, he would have just shrugged it off and kept walking. But for some reason the sound just didn't sit well with him. "Something's off" he said quietly to himself as he began briskly walking into the forest.

A/N : I'm so sorry this took me so long to release. I wanted this to be longer, but I figured I get out at least something for you all to read. School and work has been kicking my ass lately, so I havent had much time to write. I'm going to try my hardest to keep updating more frequently, but I cannot promise anything as of now. I hope you enjoyed this short chapter and stay tuned for more. - Hay