Indecisive ((Yandere Cleo De Nile x F. Reader))

Chapter 39:

You woke to the sun shining in your eyes. Groggily, you groaned and rolled over to your other side to relieve your eyes of the stress that had been put on them. You whined, knowing that you'd have to get up sooner or later.

As if the universe had wanted to make fun of you for the day, the bedroom door opened and Cleo came in with a plate and a cup. She sat the plate on the nightstand and stood, waiting for you to roll over and see her. You sat up and stared directly in her eyes, the hatred you felt from the night before bubbling up and into your throat. You waited as she lifted the plate from its spot and put it into your lap. You looked at it, wonder on you face.

How did she always manage to make you breakfast? Didn't she sleep?

You were almost sure she didn't. You were positive that she was a meth addict and had only kidnapped you during a high and now couldn't bring you back. Even if it weren't true, you still had something for your mind to play with. It seemed stupid, but like a very real possibility.

You lifted the fork she gave you and picked up a piece of egg with it. After her behavior in the previous night, you couldn't be too careful around her. She could have poisoned the food, but then again what motive did she have? That she loved you? That wasn't really a good reason to kill someone.

So you began eating again, allowing the flavor to wash over your tongue. You tried to savor it. If you were going to die, then you didn't want to die in an empty stomach or from bad food. You chewed quickly and finished your plate in time for Cleo to snatch it from your lap.

You froze. You didn't care about being killed. You didn't care about living or breathing or eating or dying or getting out, you really just didn't care about anything. You felt hollow. No emotions to fill you, leaving you void and  simple in a destructive way. You couldn't bring your self to care about that, either. You were just done. You didn't want to think or feel or live anymore. You were empty.

And you had Cleo to thank for that. The only other emotion besides nothing would be anger, and the two didn't really mix well.

Your mind drew a blank, and the image of Nefera popped in your brain. You looked up.

"Hey, Cleo?" You asked.

She hummed in response, setting the cup on the plate.

"Where's Nefera? I haven't seen her around at all. Did she leave?"

"Oh, yeah, she left."

"Like, just got up and walked off?"

"Sorta."

Cleo looked over at you. "Follow me."

You jumped to your feet and ran after her. She led you out of the house, through the woods, past a simple car, near a stream, then stopped. You jolted to a halt behind her.

Cleo held her finger out, seeming unbothered by the harsh wind. You followed her finger to where a tree was. Nailed to it was a piece of wood with the name Nefera scratched into it. You stared blankly.

"There's no way."

"Yep." Cleo hummed.

You stared at the base of the tree where Nefera laid. Your mind envisioned horrific details about what could have happened to her. Obviously, Cleo was the one that did it. But why? And how did she kill her? Drowning? Gunshot? Stabbing? You didn't know, which meant you didn't know what to look out for to survive.

It was a very real situation that you were in, one that you had ignored until then. You had been kidnapped. You were there against your will. You could die. Die as in never ever ever come back, die as in you're gone. It had never clicked before, but as you stared at the loose dirt, you knew. You had to get away.

Cleo tapped your shoulder and pointed at a shovel. "Dig." She said.

"Where?"

"Beside Nefera. Dig."

You didn't question it, and instead allowed silent tears to rise to your waterline as you began digging.

"How deep?" You asked.

"Until I say stop. Keep digging. We're going to be here for a while."

You continued digging you dug until your hands were bleeding and your arms were sore. You continued digging until every callous was ripped open and blisters were busted. You dug until the sun began to set, and then you still dug more.

"H-How did you dig this fast?" You asked.

"I didn't. They did."

You turned to where she was facing and saw a group of men in black guard outfits smoking cigarettes and laughing at you. You turned back to her.

"Dig." She demanded. You continued.

Finally when she said stop, you waited from the bottom of the hole.

"Do you see anything?" She asked.

"No." You shook your head.

"How about now?" Cleo slammed her foot on the dirt that Nefera lay under, and a bit fell into your hole. You stared at what had fallen from the dirt. A small hair ornament laid at your feet, and you bent down to pick it up. As you did, you screamed.

A boney, purple hand stuck out from the dirt beside you, the giant wall of filth on top of the body it was attached to. You squalled and reached for Cleo to pull you out. The burning feeling of Nefera standing behind you sent you into a panic attack, and you wanted to get out as soon as possible. Cleo pulled you to the top.

"You understand me now?" She shook you. "Leave me and find out what happens to you."