The Fateful Encounter (Dulse x reader)

Chapter 3

1st Peron P.O.V

Silence.. That's all that can be heard within the bedroom I'm currently staying in. The curtains were closed preventing any sort of light to enter into the room and I had all lights shut off. I sat in the far corner of the bed leaning back against the wall, knees pressed tightly to my chest as my head was buried in between my knees. My arms hung loosely around my legs. Goosebumps currently covered both my arms and legs... It's freezing cold in this room, but I felt nothing.. I was to numb. Dry tears dirtied my cheeks as I couldn't cry any longer. My shirt and shorts were ruffled and my hair hasn't been comb at all. My wound was sloppily bandaged up since I didn't give a crap about it. My Pikachu was currently curled beside me offering any little warmth it can.

  I can feel his gaze pierce me with worry but I couldn't bring myself up to care. I've locked myself up in this room for a full week.. Since I heard about what happened. The people that took me in known as the recon squad would come check in begging and pleading me to let them in since the door was locked. But I didn't want to see anyone, I haven't eaten or drank anything the whole time I've been locked up.

  They tried telling me I'd die if I don't eat something soon.. But I'm perfectly okay with that, though I wouldn't admit that out loud..

  "Pika..." I felt a gentle tug on my sleeve and without looking I could tell it was Pikachu.

  "N-not now Bolt" I muttered barely above a whisper voice cracking due to it being so dry and not used. It hurt so much to just use it. Bolt seemed to have given up as well since I felt him collapse and curl beside me. He would let out a cry every once in a while but it would fall on deaf ears.

  Not but an hour later a knock sounded through out the room causing Bolt to jump and look at the door. Me on the other hand was completely unfazed and continue to ignore it.

  "Please (y/n)" Zossie cried on the other side of the door. Before closing myself off I had a talk with the recon squad. They knew everything now... Everything to my name to what happened that cursed night. Well the things I could bring myself to talk about that is.

  "We are worried about you... You haven't eaten in a week, please come out" Zossie continued to plead but once again it was ignored. Why do they care so much for someone they barely even knew? Was it pity or empathy? Well I didn't want it at the moment. This went on for a couple minutes when a new voice interrupted .

  "Excuse me Zossie" that voice it was deep yet smooth and I'd notice it a mile away.

  "Dulse what are-? DULSE" a loud crash sounded through out the room causing Bolt to get into battle position only to relax upon seeing the worried and concern face of Zossie and an unreadable expression from Dulse who just kicked the door down.

  "Brr... Its cold in here" I could hear the shiver in Zossie's voice and she wasn't even in the room but at the door frame.

  Foot steps now echoed in the room causing me to be slightly confused. I slowly lifted my head only to be left shocked when a gasp left my lips.

  Dulse just broke and entered into my room and suddenly picked me up bridal style and is now leaving the room.

  "D-dulse? What are you doing with her?!?" Zossie ran after the now walking Dulse down the hall way. Dulse had me firmly in my arms refusing to let go despite my small attempt to get away. Honestly I don't know what to think here. Bolt quickly scurried after us climbing up Dulse's shoulder and down to my stomach where he curled up.

  "I'm taking her to get something to eat before she dies" Dulse answered with almost no emotion what so ever in his voice which is kind of surprising for him.

  "I'm not hungry..." I mumbled causing Dulse to shake his head.

  "Try" was all he answered making me let out a small huff and rest my head against his shoulder. I honestly can't win again him... May as well try and do what he says.