"STAY AWAY FROM ME !" I yelled anxiously.
"YOU CANT RUN FROM ME....I WILL WIN IN THE END Y/N..." He yelled.
He.
Who is "He"?
I awake from my slumber in a cold sweat. I have been having this same nightmare repeating all this week. I had no idea who this man that was chasing me was. I had no interesting in finding out either. I didn't even bother turning around to see who it was.
I got dressed, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, fixed myself up, and walked out of the door. My mother didn't have a chance to drive me today, not like I wanted her to anyway.
School was the same as always, boring classes, annoying students, awful teachers, you know the drill. At least I have good grades. That's all that matters at this point. I don't really get picked on, only because no one really pays attention to me, nor do they realized im there. I don't mind though, I don't have to get bullied like I used to. Middle school was absolute hell for me. I changed who I am, and not in a good way. Being a freshman in high-school is boring. It's actual hell.
I was walking out of my school , when I could've sworn I heard something behind me.
" What the hell..." I questioned, I had heard what seemed like rustling in the bushes. My anxiety started to kick in. I felt as if I was being watched. I didn't make a huge deal about it though.
I continued my walk home.
That's when I heard it again.
" Am I going insane or something?..."
I continued walking at a faster pace. Concerned that I was being followed, I made a quick stop at a local drugstore to pick up some snacks, and not lead whatever might be following me right to my door. But I didn't feel like it was enough, so after paying, I decided to study at my local library for a couple hours. I didn't want my mother to worry, so I messaged her saying that I would get home a little later because I was studying at the library.
After a couple hours, she came to pick me up.
"So how was school?" She questioned.
"Same as always."
"How come you came to study at the library today?"
"I wanted a changed of scenery. Something... different, I guess."
On the way home, we talked about what we would eat for dinner, my grades, upcoming things we had to do, etc.
After dinner, I headed back to my room. As I opened the door, I got an uneasy feeling.
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I'd rather die. [Jeff the killer x Fem! Reader]
HumorI hate Jeff the killer so fucking much. Jeff the killer is not owned by me.