The Paintings [Yandere Bloody Painter x Y/n]

.9.

You awoke at the sounds of keys jingling at the front door, and a hard door slam. Quickly you got up, and brushed yourself off, Time to put a plan to motion. You thought, getting yourself in a running position.

"Y/N~ I've returned". Helen hummed, as he neared closer to the bedroom door you braced yourself. Once the door had opened you practically tackled Helen. You scrambled to your feet quickly, and notice some keys have been dropped. You picked them up quickly and headed for the door, you fumbled for the right keys as Helen stumbled from the hall way close to the steps where the door was. Shit! Come on! You were screaming form inside your head, but soon you found the key and as you were about to run out the door you fell to the ground. Merely due to exhaustion and lack of eating, you wanted to get up but your legs felt weak and numb. Maybe I can crawl? Y/N thought hopefully, using your arms you began to pull yourself towards the door. But then, you got scooped up by a clearly tired and blood-soaked Helen.

"Let go..!" You shouted weakly.

"Shout all you want, there are no neighbors here to hear your cries". Helen answered coldly. "But..I suppose you weren't the right one. Stay here, I'll be back". Helen added, roughly placing you down. A few moments later Helen arrived, his hands holding a metal object. "Sorry Y/N...". Helen spoke, snickering slightly. He then plunged the object into your chest, he twisted the knife as you cried out in agony. "Sh..~ calm yourself". Helen soothed, as you soon passed out due to blood loss.

[....]

You Never Woke up Again.