John Kramer imagines (book 2)

screaming, bloody murder

(Deals with self harm, BLOOD AND BRUTAL GORE, suicidal thoughts)

I'd been relaxing in the bath, I had a very long day and I was exhausted. I was just relieved that work was over, John had been under a lot of stress, I had been overworking myself and I just needed a break. My phone started to ring, as I put it on speaker. "Hello?" I didn't even see who called me. "Are you busy?" John. Fucking typical. "Yes, I'm busy. I'm not leaving the house again tonight." I sighed, "I was bringing dinner and wine over, I know you've been working a lot and I haven't really appreciated that. I wanted to make it up to you." I smiled a bit, "That's really sweet, John.. but I just want to be alone tonight." I felt bad, but he had basically ignored me the entire week. "I've barely seen you, I just want to hang out. Like we used to." I bite my lip, "Okay, fine. I'll be ready shortly, just let yourself in." I hang up, as I drained the bath water and I grab a towel, I heard the door downstairs. "I'm here, darling." I kind of liked hearing his voice, it was a good feeling. "I'll be two minutes." I called down, I stripped off my towel, as I throw on my shirt and some baggy shorts and I head downstairs. "You look beautiful." He kissed my cheek, "Thanks, John." I sat down beside him, even though he was my boss, we were friends and I didn't mind if he saw me in my worst state. "How have you been?" He asked, as I look at him. "I'm okay, just tired." I loved hanging out with him, he made everything feel better. "Anything I can do?" He asked, "No, no it's kind of a more, personal thing."

"You can tell me anything, you know that." I sighed, "Don't worry about it, John." I kiss his cheek, as I stand up and I walk into the kitchen, I pour a glass of wine as I walked back to sit on the couch. "Do you want wine?" He shook his head, "I have to work tomorrow, better not." I smiled a bit, as the TV was playing some old movie. "I should probably tell you that I've asked Amanda to move in with me." I frowned, "What the fuck, why?" I needed to stop being so jealous. "She's struggling, she needs me." I scoffed, as I sipped my wine. "Needs your cock more like." I mumbled, "What was that?" Shit. "Nothing." I stand up, as he watched me. "She's my assistant, you know it isn't personal." I shake my head, "She's in love with you, John. Are you that blind?" He looked away, "That's not true." I went upstairs, I slammed the door as I sat on the ground, I was so mad but I just wanted to cry. It made me feel sick that she would be with him all the time. I grab a razor from the table, as I cut deep, so deep that I could feel the bone on the razor edge. "Holy fuck!" It hurt like a bitch, but it was also such a good feeling, it felt like a pressure relief. I grab a towel, as I became very dizzy and it made me feel so sick. I push down hard to stop the bleeding, but I had properly fucked it. "Y/n? You okay?" John knocked on the door, as my heart dropped. Damn it. "Y-yeah, give me a second!" I shakily spoke.

"Darling, are you sure?" I really shouldn't of done this, but it made me feel better, I'd been stressed for a while, on top of the shit with Amanda, John and Jill, my head was spinning and I couldn't cope. The door opened, I was almost on the verge of passing out. "What the fuck did you do, y/n? Sweetheart, look at me." He looked horrified, "Right, I'm taking you to the warehouse. I'll have to stitch this." He picked me up into his arms, as I passed out from the blood loss. When I woke up, my forearm was bandaged and I had no memory of what happened. "John?" He came over to me, "Why did you do it? Why?" He whispered, as he kissed my forehead. "I wanted to be perfect for you." I frowned, "You are, darling. I love you, I can't stand seeing you hurt yourself. I thought you were dead, it tore me apart seeing you like that." He was so gentle with me, even after I hurt him. I felt a tear fall down my cheek, as he wiped it away. "Please don't ever do this again. Come and talk to me, okay? I don't care if it hurts me, I just want you to be here." He kissed my wrist, as he rested his head against my chest. "I love you too." I smiled a bit, as I play with his hair. "I want you to move in with me, I need to make sure you're safe.. you can't do this to me again, I don't want to find your corpse, do you get that? This has to stop, baby. You have to be strong for me." I nodded, "It felt good for a second.. until it didn't." I whispered, "I'll help you, come and talk to me next time.. if you feel like you have to hurt yourself, let me talk to you first. No more of this." I bite my lip, "John, you don't get it.. I don't want this anymore." He looked confused, "What do you mean?" I sit up a little, "I want to die, John." His eyes filled with hurt, "Baby, no. No, you- listen to me. I can't let you do that, okay? I need you. I need you to be here, you have to live for me. If there's nothing else, do it for me." I knew that I had to stop, but everything in my mind told me to do it, to end it. I couldn't deal with this pain inside me anymore. "I am so sorry, John." I grab a knife from the table, before I stab myself in the throat, John's face almost looked pale, like he didn't actually believe his eyes. "No!" He yelled, my vision faded to black, and it was all over.

-John's POV-
I stare at the corpse of y/n, the anger that I felt inside of me was unlike nothing I'd ever felt before. I grab my phone, as I called Amanda. "Get to the fucking warehouse, the games are on. Tonight. I won't stop until every fucking asshole is put six feet under." I growled, angrily. "Yes, Sir." She hangs up, as I throw my phone across the room. "I'll avenge you, baby girl. I'll tear down this fucking town until there's no one left. I promise." I kiss y/n's forehead, before storming out of there. 

Let the games begin.