꒰👁️꒱ 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Influenced | Mark x Murderer!Reader

"I would call the school and say I'm sick today," I thought to myself as I made breakfast. "Tell them I'm sick.." I mutter. Mark was still sleep, I mean it was 5:58am. He'd wake up at 6 to get ready for college, and he'd see that I made breakfast. Just for him.

I flipped the egg as I heard Mark's door open. I carefully pulled out a plate from the cabinet and placed it on the counter before I slipped the sausages and egg onto the plate. My mind rushed with thoug hgt s of what happened yesterday. Julia, Julia, Julia. Oh what a mistake she made. To treat me that way, like trash.

That's where she'll be tomorrow morning, in the trash. Her blood building up in the trash bag that her body would be in. I smiled at my sick thoughts. She well deserved it, and I had it all planned out. I might as well be the new Billy Loomis. But just I wouldn't die in the end.

I giggled quietly as Mark walked down stairs. I heard him walking up behind me right before he wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head in the crook of my neck. "Goodmorning, love" I whispered. I felt Mark smile behind me. "Goodmorn'n, hon." He said in his morning voice. Mark left a soft kiss on my neck before saying, "I'm going to shower real quick."

I nodded with a smile and Mark rushed to his washroom. I placed his plate on the small two-person table. I wasn't planning on eating today, besides I had other plans to arrange.

I yelled to Mark, "I'm going to go to the store!" As I grabbed some gloves from the drawer. I gathered a few other things that I needed for tonight. I shoved them all into my tote bag, along with a mask. I smiled so myself. That whore was going to pay..

~~10 minute time skip~~

I looked inside her window of her house and smirked. She took there, curling her hair- making herself look fake. Probably to pick up some jocks, just to ride their dicks all day. I scoffed and waited till she left the room so open the window and slip inside.

I carefully stepped into the shower as she entered the washroom once again. I smirked as I pulled the shower curtain back and lunged at her. She hit her head on the marble sink, making an satisfying cracking sound. I smiled I saw blood leaking from the nice, deep cut on her forehead. I checked her pulse and smirked. She's dead, just like that. Hopefully they assume it's an accident.

•••Mark's POV•••

I stepped out of the shower, shaking my damp hair. The towel was wrapped around my lower half and I looked in the mirror. What did y/n like about me so much? I sighed and pushed the thought aside. Y/n said that they would be going to the store, went they sick?? Maybe I just heard wrong..

"Y/n! Are you back yet?" No response. I open the bathroom door and look down the hall. Nothing. I walk down the hall and into the kitchen. Nothing- but a plate of breakfast. How kind. I looked around the kitchen and notice something. A knife is missing. Odd, very odd.

~~10 minute time skip~~

"Mark, I'm h-" , "Where is it?" Mark cut me off. I raised a brow. "Where is wha-" , "the knife." He cut off once again. I hesitated to choose my words. "Erm, I dont know?.." I asked in more of a questiony voice. Mark let out an elongate 'sure' before patting my head.

"Where are the groceries?" He asked. I froze. Act fool!! I screamed in my head. "I- uh- I- The store was closed, I got there too early.!" I poorly lied. Mark nodded, I guess it's good enough for him. "Well, I gotta get to school now, love you n/n" Mark muttered out. He then kissed me on the lips, I blushed. He's never done that before. I passionately kissed him back before wishing farewells.

~~After School~~

Mark opened the door to a quiet house. No talking, music, anything. Mark raised a brow before announcing he was there. You let put a soft hello from your room. You then ran down stairs and embraced Mark before he could put his bookbag down. Mark chuckled at how excited you were. "How was your day Marki?" You happily asked. "It was good," Mark said in a tired tone, but a smile was still on his face. "That's good," You said.

You skipped over to the living room and turned on the TV. The news was on already, reporting away. Mark walked into the living behind you and placed his bag on the side of the couch. You gasped and you covered your mouth with your hand. Mark was about to ask what was wrong until he heard the reporter.

"Julia Tates was found dead in her home in Mandela County. Julia's mother says that she found her on the bathroom floor, bleeding. The police say that she slipped and hit her head on the bathroom counter." Mark didn't look phased on bit.

"Why are you upset?" Mark asked as he glanced over at you. "I-" , "She hurt you.." I sighed and dipped my head low. "I'm not," I look back up. "Just didn't want you to think I'm heartless.." Mark nodded and pulled me close to him. He was kissing my forehead repeatedly. I started to fall asleep on him as he laid down on the sofa. The TV now sounding muffled, like it was underwater. The words mixing into my dreams. And of course, the image of Julia Tates dead eyes fresh in my mind.

Everything that I need to relax..