Please, Kill Me (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 1✓

(Y/N POV)

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"How is she?" A worried voice from someone that I knew caught my ears while my eyes are still closed.

"She's now in a good condition, she is lucky that no internal organs got damaged from those stabs. Rest is the thing she needs for now." answered the man who I reckon is the doctor based on the way he speaks.

"Thank you so much!"

"No problem, excuse me.." after that a footsteps slowly fades from this room and the door closed. I heard my Mom slide a chair and sat down next to me while sobbing and gently placing her hand stroking my hair.

"Honey.. why didn't you run or even try to escape? Why are you not being so careful?" She said in her cracked voice.

They always like that, looking after me, protecting me from getting hurt thinking  I am safe in their arms but little do they know that I am already been dying inside each day.

"I'm going to buy some fruits so that when she wakes up she has something to eat." My Dad stated and I heard my Mom weak voice agreeing to him. "For sure, she's hungry" he added and walk beside me.

I want to open my eyes to look at them and wear my usual fake smile to comfort them that I am okay but I can't... I just can't.

To be honest I don't want to see them cry or hurt. The thing that I really don't want in the part of dying is the people who will shed tears on me, mourn me. It's quite funny to think that when someone dies the people will start listening..

"Do you remember the last time you were brought to the hospital (Y/N)? That was the time when you tried to fight the man who hit you in your face" her voice filled with unreadable emotions but I can deep within me that she's trying to forget that day.

She's right and I never regretted that day at least I hit him in his shoulder with my fist but because I am still a kid it was just a light tap on his broad shoulder and lunges on me.

We sued him after what he did to me and to my dad, I was grateful not for my own sake but for my father. He insulted my Dad and had the audacity to spit on my Dad's foot only because Dad wants to take something that an asshole borrows from us.

I don't know what part of my Dad statement makes him mad, Is it a crime now to ask respectfully about the thing you let him borrow? But the only thing that I do not understand back then is why my Dad did not talk back? Why did he let that man insults him?

And when I give my fist to that asshole my Dad tries to stop me but since I'm a kid and a little quicker than him, I give my bet shot to hit the man. After that the asshole hits me right on my face and before I lost my consciousness, I saw my Dad punched the man to his smug face, for the first time I witnessed my Dad use a fist against someone.

"Your Dad never wants to see you get hurt, it pains us so much to see our sweet little girl suffering.." Mom said as she caresses my cheek, and I feel a sudden ache in my heart.

I always wanted to die, because I feel so useless and burden to them. I never wanted to see them in pain and they do not want me to go through it too but.. we are hurting each other without knowing it. I'm already hurting them whenever I think to kill myself, they hurt me by never understanding what I have been through.

If only they know what's the feeling of sitting near the trashcan and treating you like a ghost in class not acknowledging your existence.

If only they knew how depressing it was whenever your teacher embarrassed you in front of the class only because you chose a wrong answer in oral activity and told how dumb you are.