{TW: Mentions and contains homicide, suicide, rape, sexual harassment, gore, violence, etc}
We call ourselves the Guardians of the Alycia Debnam-Carey {GTADC}. An organization started by few in attempts to make sure nothing happened to the Alycia D...
"I do feel it Alycia," I whisper closing my eyes. "I feel all sorts of things but-"
"No there's no but. You know how you feel here-" Alycia pauses and I feel her hand leave my cheek and placed over my heart. "Listen to your heart not your head. Your head is playing tricks on you, just like she is."
"Alycia-" I pause opening my eyes feeling myself getting dizzy like. When my eyes open I pick my head up moving it from Alycia's forehead, our eyes locking. Concern yet also love is placed in her eyes and she nods her head up and down before wrapping her arms around me engulfing me into a hug. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tightly but not too tight.
"It's okay..." She whispers adding. "I love you and I always will."
"I-I-" I couldn't form the words, nodding my head squeezing my eyes together tightly still holding onto her, feeling her arms still around me before darkness slowly takes over me.
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"...I love you," I say jolting up. My eyes pop open and my eyes glance around the somewhat familiar room. Lights hung around the room, off of course. A collection of Polaroids hung on string on the wall to my left where a desk and a bunch of notebooks sat. I tilt my head slowly looking around the room spotting clothes spread out, a closet to my right, somewhat open. A fancy suit hanging on the dresser next to it, but the thing about the suit was it was black and I don't remember it.
A couple soft knocks erupt from in front of me. Swiftly my head turns and my eyes lock with Rovvie who stands in the door way, his eyes sad as he wears a black suit. I let my eyes trail him before seeing a folded piece of paper in his hands.
"It's time kid," he says, clenching his jaw. I tilt my head as he glances from me to my suit. "You got to get dressed. We have to go and I know it's hard. You lost your best friend, your girlfriend, someone who was your home but you still have a whole family right there with you."
I stay silent realization sinking in looking at him. He takes my silence as a cue. For what exactly I don't know but he walks further into the room and reaches forward setting the folded paper on my bed in front of me, before our eyes lock briefly.
"Ducky's here. Will wait in the living room," Rovvie says, nodding his head at me before turning on his heels and exiting the room. I watch him leave and wait a couple seconds after he does before reaching forward and feeling no pain anywhere. My eyes glance down to my stomach and reach down pulling my shirt up. There wasn't any marks or bruises. I quickly drop my shirt and reach forward for the folded piece of paper turning it over and finding Daisy's picture plastered on the front, tears welling into my eyes.
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I shut my eyes and set the paper down, sliding out of the bed realizing I was dreaming. I was dreaming to cope with the fact my best friend, my girlfriend was gone, that she..she took her own life. But why... Why would I dream of her as the bad guy? I love her, loved her!
I squeeze my eyes together tightly to try and stop the tears from forming realizing everything that happened between me and Alycia wasn't real. That all of it was just a dream. A stupid, damn dream and for what? What was any of it for?
"Huh?" I say out loud looking up at the ceiling and then around my room. The room I spend every day in since I moved out of parents when I was 17. "Why are you torturing me?" I ask out loud, no asking anyone specifically. But there wasn't going to be an answer. There never was. I was a mess. I dreamt of being with Alycia. I dreamt of the compound me and Daisy always wanted to start and never could. So why, why torture me and make me think shit I didn't want to think? Why make me believe I actually had a chance with someone I idolize-
"DAMN IT!" I shout turning and swinging a punch, hitting the wall hard. I pull my hand away and cuss under my breathe feeling my head burning. I shake my head realizing Daisy in my dream was right. It was all in my head. All of it was just in my head because I wanted, needed something. And the only thing I knew to keep me safe and sound was knowing I could protect Alycia.
"Y/N?" Ducky's voice rang from the door. I open my eyes holding my hand, squeezing it to stop the burning sensation. Ducky's eyes softened as she quickly came over and held out her hands. "Let me see."
Slowly I reach my hand over and she takes it nodding her head up and down. She says nothing as she guides me over and sets me down on the bed before she leaves the room. Within seconds though she comes back with a cloth and bandages. She sets them to the side of me and sits down taking my hand in her's setting the wet, icy cold cloth on my hand causing me to wince. But my mind ran rapid. Everything in that dream felt real. Feeling Alycia, smelling her, her laugh, her smile, her hand in mine, that explosion, getting stabbed, getting beaten, pulling that trigger multiple times-
"Hey, hey Y/N?" Ducky spoke as I felt her hand on my cheek pulling my eyes to lock with her's. "Hey, what's going on up there?" Her eyes shift back and forth between mine and I shake my head.
"Misery," I respond back, my voice a whisper as I shake my head and look away. "Nothing but misery."
