Empty Shell - Yandere X Reader

Empty Beach

We both walked out together onto the porch. It was a wooden deck with a few small chairs and a small staircase that lead right onto the sand. I stepped off the steps and onto the sand. The sand was hot from the sun beaming down on it all day. I moved my feet around in the sand and it reminded me of all the times I'd been on the beach as a kid. Thomas held my hand as we walked a few feet to the ocean. I stood several inches from the water. All I could think about was my nightmare. Drowning. I didn't want to risk it. I was too scared to even put my toe in the water. I felt Thomas pull at the end of my shirt. "Now you gotta take off the shirt so we can swim," he started to pull it off. I smacked his hand and stepped back. "I-I'll... Take off my shirt but by myself..." I mumbled. Thomas shrugged again. He went ahead and walked into the water until it was just below his knees. I sighed and turned away from him. I quickly pulled off my shirt and laid it beside the backpack. But I just went back to staring at the water again. It was all I could think about. Water filling my lungs. Drowning. I had felt it a hundred times but I never wanted to experience it in real life. But suddenly, I fell into the water. I screamed before I went underwater. I started to panic as I felt the water go into my mouth and nose. My heart beat fast and I tried to beath even though I knew I was underwater. But I was just so scared.  Until I realized that I was actually in a foot deep water. I pushed my self up out of the water and moved so I was sitting in the water. Thomas laughed at me. He was bent over and slapped his knee. "Why the fuck would you push me!?" I yelled after coughing up some water. Thomas kept laughing at me. I splashed him. He suddenly stopped laughing and looked mad. I giggled. He stepped back into the ocean and kicked some of the water. I grabbed his leg and he fell over onto his back. He sat up and brushed his hair back. He looked at each other for a few seconds before laughing our asses off. Thomas grabbed my hand and just held it for awhile. But I didn't really mind. "You know, I haven't gone swimming since I left this house," I said. Thomas nodded. "I guessed that. I make sense why you wouldn't," he sighed and patted my hand lightly. I shrugged and laid down in the water so my face was just above the water. Thomas did the same thing. "What are we doing?" I exhaled loudly. "What do you mean?" Thomas sat back up and looked at me confused. I got up and raised my eyebrows. "Thomas, you kidnapped me! There are people searching for us," I shook my head.

"I-I just want us to be together..."

"How are we supposed to be together if we're running away? What's your plan for... Us?" 

"I don't know... I just thought we could stay here."

I scoffed at Thomas. He furrowed his eyebrows with a worried look. "How could that even work!? We can't even go to a store because then someone would find us. If we were together... We'd have to go back home. You'd have to let Walker and I go. That's the only way," I explained. Thomas looked down and bit his lip. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "I... I can't! What if you leave me again? I can't lose anyone else!" his eyes widened and he grabbed my arm. I placed my hand over his. "You have to trust me. That's how relationships work," Thomas stared at me. He didn't say anything or move. He just looked at me with a terrified expression. I just wondered what happened to him. Why was he like this? He suddenly ducked his head under water. I smiled and joined him underwater. 

Hours must have passed because I realized the sun was starting to go down. Thomas and I had been outside the whole day. We played in the water and had a small picnic on our towels. It was a nice day. A day that made me feel like I had a normal life and a normal relationship. But Thomas avoided the topic of the future the whole day. He would just go underwater and pretend he didn't hear me. But we eventually ended up suntanning on the beach. Thomas had some sunglasses on and I had my eyes closed. Thomas rolled over onto his side. He found a small seashell that was laying between us. I turned my head to look at him. He picked it up and started to inspect it closely. "Does this look familiar?" he asked as he held the shell up to his face. I shrugged and looked back up at the sky. "I guess it kind of looks like the broken one I have," I murmured. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows and propped himself up with his arm. "Who, um, gave you that shell? I always liked shells," he continued to move the shell around in his hand. "My dad, I think. That's why it's so important to me. It's the only thing I have left from him," I replied. Thomas dropped the seashell and his eyebrows stayed pointed down. The corners of his mouth started to turn into a frown. "Your... Dad?" his eyebrows raised and he clenched his fist. I nodded my head so I didn't have to speak. Sitting outside without talking was really relaxing and Thomas was kind of ruining it. He got up quickly and picked up his towel. He made it into a ball and shoved it into his backpack. He pulled mine out from under me. I yelled at him as I got sand all over me. "What the fuck!?" I growled. "We are going back inside!" Thomas continued to shove stuff back into the bag. I stood up and brushed most of the sand off. "Why? We were actually having fun for once?" I complained with an eye-roll. Thomas shook his head. He zipped up the bag and didn't answer me. I walked over to him. "What is your problem!?" I hit his arm lightly. He laughed but he was still obviously mad. "Because you don't fucking remember! I don't know how you couldn't but you don't! And I don't want to be out here with you if you're just going to forget everything that happened," he got really close to my face. We stared at each other with angry expressions until he picked the bag up. Thomas grabbed my arm with his other hand and started to drag me inside. I yanked my arm away from him. "This isn't fair! I don't want to go in," I protested. He grabbed me again and pulled me close to his face again. "What you're doing to me isn't fair either," he scowled. I was then forcefully pulled back into the house. The door was slammed behind me and was locked quickly. "Go to your room and think about what I said!" Thomas shoved me into my room. He slammed the door shut and I was left in the dark. The only source of light came from the window. I grabbed some clothes from the closet and changed out of the stupid bathing suit. I threw myself on the bed and crossed my arms. I stared at the ceiling and thought about the day. And I really thought about what Thomas had said. 

What was I supposed to remember?

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There are only three or four more chapters left until the endings! Yay... I guess. 

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