The pretty student | scaramouche

[[ C.15 - "darling"

You hid inside of the closet, crouching down onto the ground and letting tears fall down your face.

"I didn't want this. Why'd it have to turn out this way!?" you thought, clawing at your wrists in annoyance.

You felt bad knowing that your friends were dead. And it was all his fault.

"Where are you, honey~?" His small giggles echoed throughout the dark, empty hallways outside.

It sounded like he was close, but that he had just crossed your locker.

You crossed your fingers and quieted your breathing as his footsteps gradually grew louder.

You could basically not be heard.

. . .

The ear deafening silence after he passed scared you. You didn't want to leave the locker.

After all, he could be standing right outside the locker.

And then, the locker's door opened.

A small amount of light shone right onto you, probably a weak flashlight Scaramouche used when investigating the lockers.

He stared down at you before crouching down.

And then he spun the small knife.

"...why are you hiding from me?" You refused to answer the question. Well, the answer should be pretty obvious, shouldn't it?

But you couldn't keep quiet forever.

Until he grabbed your face, everything had been going great. For you, at least.

Instantly you scooted further into the locker, your back touching the wall, forcing him to let go of you and just watch your every movement.

"Please? Tell me", he sighed.

Scaramouche seemed so human at the time, so sweet, so caring.

you knew the truth. But you still wanted to just hug him and cry.

Shaking your head and kicking him away, you couldn't help but stare at the blood on his clothes.

You hadn't noticed before in the dark, but it was splattered all over his clothes.

"I can't allow that", he stood up, eyes dark and head down.

"You won't get away from me!" Scaramouche yelled.

His voice echoed throughout the halls.

Instinctly, you ran as fast as you could. Your footsteps echoed through the halls.

You couldn't see Scaramouche anymore, which worried you. If he wasn't chasing you, where was he?

Then he jumped out infront of you, knife held high.

So he'd been hiding behind the corner all along?

You stopped and backed away, only to feel your back meet with the wall.

Again.

"Hey hey. You know I would never hurt you, right?" Scaramouche smiled at you, a hint of insanity in both his smile and voice.

"Please, stop-" Your voice wasn't exactly loud, just a desperate whisper.

Scaramouche stopped, held the knife up and almost pushing it against your throat, moving it, and then stabbing you.

"Shut up."

Searing pain flooded through your arm and you whimpered loudly.

Blood got onto your hand as you desperately tried to push Scaramouche away while holding over the wound.

Pushing you up to the wall, he forced your hands up and pretty much just licked your blood.

"Huh-!?"

He looked up at you and smiled, a small drop of blood running down his cheek.

Panicked you looked at him and desperately tried to move your arm out of his grip, but you couldn't.

The only thing that happened was that you bled even more.

Bro does he have a blood kink or sum shit /j