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Will it be like before?
Will I lose you again?
If we reuse ourselves...
could there be any other end?
TW: DESCRIPTIVE R WORD SCENE
A/n: I SOBBED WHILE WRITING THIS CHAPTER DAWG.
Another A/n: yeah so this beginning part of the chapter is so bad it made me physically ill while writing it so it won't be as descriptive as I was originally gonna put out but that's okay i suppose
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"Ah, finally awake?"
No... don't make me relive this... p l e a s e ...
He can't close his eyes, no matter how much he forces them down, the image still shows.
This was that day.
Dragged out of the backyard and to the woods, she... raped him.
Wait... was it rape?
He stares monotony at the scene.
"W a n n a p l a y a g a m e...?"
Ellie takes a step forward, as his nine year old self sucks in air through his teeth, realizing his situation.
His heart pumps out of his chest, and his thoughts slur.
She takes off her skirt with excitement, while he backs up until the bark of the tree hits his skin.
Grabbing his wrists with one hand, she forces herself on top of him with the other hand grabbing his chest.
"Shh... this will hurt a little, but...
everything is going to be okay."
Suddenly, sharp pain can be felt from below his waist.
"F-Fuck... you're so small... no matter..." She starts groaning as her hips lift up and down, stimulating pain for him, enough to make him cry out in agony.
"S... STOP!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" Lost and afraid, he tries to push her away, but she's already inserted herself into him.
Her soft moans gets wiped out by the wails of Basil.
"P L E A S E-"
She suddenly stops, biting her lip.
"... cum in me... please~" she whispers while groaning.
His eyes shoot wide open as a tingly sensation he didn't recognize shocks his entire body, making him jitter upwards.
"GGH!!" He grits his teeth, trying to escape this feeling.
He hated it.
He needed to get it out-
Ellie loudly whimpers, looking back down at their exposed parts.
Thick clear liquid gently poured out of the both of them, falling onto the grass seemingly with grace.
"Fuck..." She finally lifts herself off of him, satisfied and content.
Basil tries to grasp for air, yet he is hyperventilating at this point, that weird sensation still pumping in his veins.
"See? That wasn't so bad..." She smirks manically.
"Please... s t o p..." Is all he could say through his heavy and rapid breaths.
"But..." She leans up into his face, right to where their noses touch,
"we're just getting started, my dear."
...
Older Basil gripped her hand, eyes emotionless and null.
He continued to watch as Ellie...
Wait... had sex? It wasn't rape. It couldn't have been.
She loved me, so she did this.
She was the only one there for me.
...
She was the only one that cared.
Soon, he finds himself standing before the mortified Kel and Sunny, who were crawling back in fear of him.
The nagging urge and overwhelming desire to want them... was too much.
He needed them.
He wanted to feel like he did all those years ago.
He didn't care what the consequences were, he wanted to feel their touch.
So innocent, naïve, gullible...
It was funny to him how susceptible they were.
He reaches forward, shoving both of their bodies down with his hands.
Yanking off their pants while they yell out was like music to his ears.
He could just feel his sisters presence behind him,
"See? You're no better than me... do you understand how it feels now...?
You'll always be bound to these inhumane thoughts, no matter how much you try to squirm your way out.
You're trapped.
No color or life in sight.
Just you,
And me."
Basil now stands in front of a mirror, glaring at his own naked reflection and Ellie behind him.
This... is him.
This will always be him.
No use trying to get it out or keep it in...
Just let it free.
He closes his eyes, feeling the hands of his sister engulfed any other sensation.
I'll... finally be...
F r e e .
...
*clank* *clank*
...?
He opens his eyes back to the mirror.
Hands are covering his entire body and obscuring practically any view, but two small objects glistening catches his eye.
I'm... wearing sunflower earrings...?
Where did they come from...?
...
One sentence, one he swore to etch into his brain, finally flickers in his memory.
"I love you, okay?"
Sunny.
The soft feeling of a kiss on the cheek.
"See you soon."
The letter.
The bracelet.
The earrings.
The promise.
The truth.
The hope.
The... love?
The love.
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A/n: erm next chapter will be longer (i keep saying that mb) and less depressing anyways bye bye ‼️‼️‼️‼️