Back To One // book 2 // Randy Meeks x fem reader

Chapter One - Running

I'm sweating. And huffing, and it feels like my lungs are burning as I run. I keep running because I can't stop. He has taken everything from me, my parents, my friends, and my Randy, and he still wants more. I look back, seeing his fathomless ghoulish eyes, sunken from the pale white elongated mask. His mouth was wide. Father death, is staring me in the eyes, as he's chasing me down, as I continue into the unknown darkness. Nothing is around us, it's just him, me, and his blade. His bloody blade was stained with the blood of everyone. Everyone he's taken from me. His black cloak, sways, as the strips of fabric swing back and forth more violently than before. I'm losing my breath, my will, and my strength to keep running. How do I keep on going when he won't let me catch a break? A bubble is starting to develop in my stomach, my legs aching in pain, begging for a break, anything. My lungs are seconds away from collapsing and my heart is one second away from bursting. Tears are filling my eyes, making my vision blurred, but all I see is darkness. I'm running, and I can't stop. Im his prey. He won't let me go easily. I look forward, I swear I see a light, but that just might be my mind. Hysteria is creeping in, and I am going mad. My brain needs to be shut off, I need a break. I'm beginning to slow down, I know that because my legs start faltering.

I know I am going to die, he is going to continuously shove the blade in my chest as I cough up the red, heavy substance. I look back, I just need a little more time. I'm almost there. I can see the white light. But, I don't reach it. I can't because my ankle gives in, and I'm on the floor. My face is dug into the blank hard darkness. My eyes go wide as I realize what had just happened. I'm a dead woman. I quickly turn, he's here. He's ready to take my life and end it. I was running for nothing, because eventually, he catches up, every time. I lay on the floor, twisting around fully on my back, as he begins to walk slowly over. Tears are running down my face, as I'm gasping for air. "Please, no," I spoke quietly, I hadn't spoken a word till now. My throat was scratchy and dry. He's above me, his fist gripping his knife, firmly, like he can't let go. I can't even speak, because every time I open my mouth, my lungs hurt. They are burning, and they can't slow down. He began to crouch down, laying on top of me, crawling. I gasp, as his face is on top of mine. His horrid, disgusting mask, with the white pale ghostly face, has no soul. He brings his knife up with both hands, sitting on top of me. Pinning me, like I'll start running again, even though my body has already decided that for me. I blink quickly before the knife is driven through my chest, making me groan in pain. He takes it out, I can sense the enjoyment on his face. The satisfaction he gets from my pain. Maybe I deserved this. He takes the blade into one hand this time, propping it on the left of my head. I'm trying to scream, but I've lost my voice, only sharp shrieks, barely even audible come from my mouth. His knife quickly slashes against my throat, making it impossible to breathe. I'm gasping, but all I feel is wet, filling my mouth, as I taste it. I need to close my eyes, I need to let it happen because I deserve this. I lived when so many others died, It should've been me. "You deserved it." I hear his masculine voice speak. He's saying exactly what I'm thinking, but with a smirk. The happiness in his voice is apparent. "(Name)."

"Y/N!" My eyes open wide, huffing, as my body is drenched in sweat. I look around. I'm in bed, next to a concerned Randy. "Y/n, are you okay?!" Randy asks, a distressed look on his face. I cough a bit, as I bring my hands to my eyes, tears are streaming down my face. "Shit.." I whisper as I sit up. I look around the dull room, only my night light giving a small yellow glow. My eyes are shifting to the light, as I reminded myself, that I need to focus on my surroundings as Dr. Evens said. I look at my bed, the white comforter barely on top of me, allowing me to see the dark black sheets below me drenched. I look over again, to see Randy, his hand on my back, rubbing it, as he pulls the comforter off of himself sluggishly. "I'll go get you some water." I nodded as he turned on the light next to my bedside table, and got out of bed. I bring my knees somewhat close near my chest, worried if I had woken up Sidney or Hallie. Out of everyone, I've been the only one waking up to nightmares, I feel horrible, because Randy and Sidney, have to wake me up, and save me from it. Chills run down my back, as the memories of the nightmare came flashing back. He won't leave me alone, I feel a teardrop on my arm, as I begin to cry. I hate myself. I wish it could've just been me, instead of my parents, or Casey, or Tatum. As my thoughts continue, my sweat has evaporated off of my skin somehow, and I just want to return to sleep. My thoughts are disrupted by a topless Randy in pajama pants wobbling over, yawning. He had a skinny, scrawny build, that was even more highlighted with the light as it reflected off of his flat stomach. He handed me a water bottle, and climbed back into bed with me, wrapping his arm over me as he looked down. I laid my head on his bare chest, his small amount of chest hair being slightly in view. He brought his hands to my face, and he wiped my tears with his thumb. I felt stupid and immature but I appreciated it.