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Enjoy The Silence (Prussia x Reader)

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Enjoy The Silence 

(Prussia x Reader)

     

 

   

 “That’s what people do, they kill the things they’re afraid of.”

 

 

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Flawed Beginning

  

 

“Up down left right.”

 

“Up down left right.”

 

“Up down left right.”

 

“Up down left right.”

 

“Will you shut up!?” I dropped the kettle I was holding onto. The lemons that bounced up and down in the pot ceased their bobbing as well. It seems as though my husband was getting frustrated with me again, but I didn’t know how I would be able to counter him this time. He loved to yell and fuss, he knew how to push me over the edge but I didn’t feel like fighting for once, I felt like making a cup of amends. “God dammit women, learn how to keep that big mouth of yours shut.” I bowed my head down in forgiveness; I didn’t want to anger him.

 

“Of course.” I turned around without gazing into his cold eyes and watched as the lemon fell to the bottom of the kettle. It was saturated in the golden juices that helped lift the water like taste to his higher standings. I waited for a few moments as the last of the water changed to the golden hue that made it tea. I poured two small cups of it into some fine china, a dull yet invigorating off white, it was so bland yet so powerful. The trimmings on it were a deep black, almost purple, his favorite color, and the handle on the teacup had designs that seemed almost tribal like but of a tribe that I’d never seen before. Almost demonic.

 

“Is the tea ready yet? I heard my husband’s distasteful voice call out from behind me, his glare piercing through my neck like a blade. It hurt to feel. “I don’t have all night, and I do not want to be in this room with you for much longer.” I flinched at his cold words, it was true. As soon as the wedding was over and the last of my family had gone he had become the vicious, abusive husband that wanted to have a submissive wife. That wasn’t me though; I couldn’t just fall on my back and roll over without much reason. But he made me by breaking my spirit.  

 

I nodded softly and gripped the two tea cups over to him, the expensive porcelain shaking as I cluttered them together unintentionally. My feet shuffled on the ground slowly as I approached my husband of one year. One year. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take, I didn’t think I could possibly make it past another year. A year ago I would have runaway by now but I was a broken doll, so many months of neglect causing me to fall flat on my face, my usual charms vanishing within weeks time. I handed him a glass to which he tightened his glove and snatched it from my hand, tea spilling onto his lap as I did so, I flinched. He didn’t say anything except take a sip with a calmed face, this was unusual. He placed the cup onto the table gently, his face unreadable as he did so. He slowly rose up, removed his glove and smacked me harshly with it, so harshly that I felt the side of my face go numb as I fell the ground. He bent down and lifted me by my hair to which I began to cry out, I should be used to this by now.

 

He bent down closely to my ear and pressed his lip to my earlobe, I could feel his non-existent breath as he spoke, voice cold and unforgiving, malevolent even.

 

 “Why did I ever marry you?”

 

His form loomed over mine as he ripped his gloved hand from me. He removed the crisp white glove from his palm and threw it on me as if I was dirt. “I remember now.” I closed my eyes and tried to keep the salty tears from rolling down my face. The clicking of his dress shoes across our wooden floorings. He was walking in circles around my fallen form but I refused to look at him, he was very frightening when he was this angry. He never liked to touch me so when he did it was something horrendous that he was going to do. “This was a favor that I wish to take back.” I heard the clicking of shoes begin to disperse and the sound of a door shutting. Thankful, I opened my eyes to see sinister indigo hues stare deeply into my emerald, I didn’t know what to do or how to react, but I soon sucked in a breath loudly before rising quickly, it was my husband. His usual frown of utter neglect had vanished and now sat a warm and uninviting grin, it didn’t make sense but now that I thought about it my husband didn’t make much sense. Conversing with nothing, spending his days locked up in his room looking at the walls. He often enjoyed speaking with himself, but it wasn’t himself and that’s what scared me. Something was just off about my new husband, something has always been off but I’ve refused to acknowledge it.

 

“I think I know what to do with you now.” He stated matter of fact before he himself rose slowly. One near eye level, a few inches taller than myself he stared down at me and as I looked at him in the eyes I felt as though I was growing smaller with every passing second, as if he was growing well beyond myself. His shadow looming over my form, glaring diabolically towards me as it did so. I tried to push myself away from him by scooting further back but I hit a wall and began to curl up into a small ball, squeezing myself down to size. He grew closer and closer slowly until I saw his feet in front of me, I heard a deep growl and then I felt white hot searing pain on my neck, it hurt, it hurt so much. I didn’t know what to do except fall on to my side and lay in silence, I tried to cry out only for the pain to grow worse and worse, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t speak.

 

“I believe that this is a worthy payment for you.” He leaned down to make eye contact with me yet again, this time his eyes with false happiness with a heinous smile to match it but I didn’t say a word, I only watched. “Now, die.” He stated simply, rose up and left the room, this time, not returning.

 

I moved my hands to my neck in pain, it had subsided so I tried to speak up only for it to return, my eyes began to water but I continued to try, no change. I should just give up….I didn’t have true reason to even be alive right now, my family had married me off to an evil man, I was alone, I was forgotten, I was trapped. I want to die at this point, my soul has broken, I cannot speak, and I’m alone.

 

I crawled over to a lone knife that seemed to just ask for me, it was like fate was helping me and as if paradise awaited me in a sharp piece of silver metal. I couldn’t keep my hands from snatching for it. It was calling to me, I needed it, and I wanted it. I pulled the knife to my heart and pointed it over it, I waited until my hands had finally ceased shaking before finally, plummeting the knife deep into my heart. It was imbedded into me but it didn’t feel like it, I felt numb, just…. numb.

 

With the last of my strength I whispered out without much regret, “ I killed what I was afraid of. I’m not sorry.” Death can be calming yet cruel but, for me, it was bittersweet.

 

Everything ceased and I was released from the burden that was life.


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End of opening chapter

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That was interesting...


I like it though