You're lost //yandere Will story//

Part 13: Beautiful

(TW: Kidnapping, death, grieving)

I felt something tough holding my wrists together behind my back. As I came to, I felt very uncomfortable. There was a sharp pain in my neck, and I felt something over my mouth. My vision was blurred, and I felt a little dizzy.

"Morning, sleepyhead~"

I recognized that voice. I tried to respond, but I figured out why I couldn't move. I was tied with rope around a chair. My wrists were tied together, and so were my ankles. Tape covered my mouth.

"Did you sleep well?~ I tried not to wake you. You look so cute when you're asleep~"

No, this couldn't be happening. I must be having another terrible nightmare. One where I've been kidnapped by Will in my sleep.

I closed my eyes tight, hoping to wake up in my bed when I opened them. But instead I was met with icy grey eyes. I felt the warmth of his face, inches away from mine.

He put a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're so beautiful..." he said, longingly. "It's been so long since I've seen your face. The countless hours I've spent away from you..... it made me crazy!! Heheheh!! But... now you're here...! And you'll never...ever leave.."

I stared up at him, horrified. He backed up.

"Hey.. don't look at me like that..." he stopped smiling. "Why would you want to leave..? Am I not good enough??!!!"

His face fluctuated from angry to happy so quickly, I couldn't tell what he was actually feeling.

"I just.. wanted to be your friend....
'If we're both crazy.. we'll go crazy together' ...LIAR!!!", he shouted.

I needed to get the fuck out of there, I just had no idea how. I wasn't about to let him kill me or whatever he's planning to do with me.

He continued, "You didn't really understand me, did you? You pretended like the things I was going through were all normal and there was nothing to be afraid of. Now... you're afraid of me... why..??? Well.. I'll give you something you can really be afraid of... hold still.... " he held a knife, the same knife from his pictures, up to my face, slowly getting closer. I braced myself for the pain and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Kkghh!!" He turned away, deciding not to cut my face open. "I didn't.. want to do this but-.. but you leave me with no choice!! I mean.. you thought you could just cuss me out and leave and-and that would be it? Like, everything would be fine! No.. nothing is fine."

He looked over at the pills on his desk. He walked over to them and picked them up. "They said I was crazy. When I saw a psychiatrist... they gave me these. They said that I needed them to help keep me 'under control'."

I tried to think of a way I could escape while he wasn't looking. First I'd have to figure out a way to get out of this rope.

"I'm not a psychopath... because, don't they feel no emotion? I feel emotions. I feel all kinds of emotions when you're around."

I closed my eyes and tried to envision an escape plan. I wish I was paying attention to where Will was, because he ended up being right behind me.

"What's wrong, Mikey?~ Aren't trying to escape, are you?"

Shit. I felt his warmth on my neck as he spoke softly to me.

"I wouldn't wanna break out of there. Who knows what I could do to you once your out~"

He was almost whispering. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"I'll hurt you.. and hurt you....until.. you can't feel hurt anymore. Would you like that?~ You want me to hurt you?~"