Yandere oneshots :3....

Full Submission 1/3

I was in bed, I hadn't moved since that day. I felt empty, there was nothing to fight for...nothing I just wanted to waste away into nothing but of course that wouldn't happen, he'd continuously remind me that I was his doll...like salt in a fresh wound.

I'd failed

Five came in with a big smile on his face and a plate of cookies, "I brought you a treat!, you've seen pretty down the past couple weeks so I decided to you know. Give you a pick me up"

I just looked out the window blankly with no words

"I worked hard on these, they're not from the store they're from scratch"

Nothing

"I'll just leave them here" he sets them down on the side of the bed and sat next to me in silence "so I've been thinking and it is cruel not to tell you when you'll heal, in approximately 4 weeks now...I'll give it an extra week for good measure so 5"

Nothing

He points to the cookies "eat"

I take a cookie and eat it

He pets my head "good doll"

He turns my head to him and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, I start to feel sick but I decided on not saying anything.

He gets up and walks out "just call if you need anything"

I start to cry almost immediately after he leaves and throw up, I can't seem to keep food down at all; I just get very very sick.

I may be trapped here for 5 weeks but I can't bring myself to try to escape anymore...
If I'm going to be trapped here for the rest of my life I'll learn to like this situation I've been forced into, I refuse to live a miserable life.

I try to get out of bed but I haven't gotten out of bed for more than 10 minutes everyday for 2 weeks. It's a little difficult.

I manage to sit up on the side of the bed and get into my scooter that helps me get around and I make it to the stairs, I groan and call for him weakly "f-fii...f-fi-..ve-..."

He walks to the bottom of the stairs confused and sees me, he has a very surprised look "you called me?"

"Help me down the stairs....please" I try to hold in my tears

He walks up and lifts me up then carries me downstairs "did you need something..."

"I need my anxiety medication...I haven't been able to eat in weeks" I told him as he set me up with my scooter again

"How do you mean"

"I throw up everytime I try to eat, just leave it please I'm fine" I scooter to the kitchen and take two of my pills, I want to start crying again but I refrain because I don't want to talk to him unless I have to.

"Just stay down here with me please I'm worried Alex"

"YOU broke MY leg...you don't have right to be worried...if you cared...you wouldn't want me to suffer..." I sit on the couch on the far end away from him

He just says nothing and watches T.V. while I look in the distance.

This may take a while...