Bloody tears of a final girl (Slashers x F!reader)

This is where I should probably call the police

Your hands were shaking as you gripped the toilet in the nurses office bathroom. Your body lurched foward as your cheeks fill with pressure trying to keep the acidic bile burning your throat down. Your eyes filled with tears as you body starts trying to force the food out your stomach flattening before expanding again in heavy shakes.

The thought of accepting your death was now looming over your head. You've done everything to prevent it yet what if it doesnt work. What if you did all that and you die. Die offically this time.

You cover your mouth shaking as you gulped down the bile. It stung your throat and the lingering taste of it was still on your toungue.

"(Y/n)?" Billys voice says coming from behind you.

You look up at him as you were hunched over the toilet. Oh right you forgot to close the door. How convenient.

You didnt say anything before you turn back to the toilet vomit spewing from your mouth. Billy rushed over grabbing any stray (hair type) away from your face. His hand on your back as you throw up all of your food.

Seeing him is what cemeneted it in your brain. You could die tonight. It sucked that when you finally gained a will to live life threw this curve ball in your face. Tears fall from your eyes it hurt. You were gagging nothing now just dry heaving.

Meanwhile Billy was having a crisis. Why was his first instinct to help you. He hates vomit like seriously he stays miles away from that and yet-. No its only because he wanted to kill you himself, he reasons. Still as he watched tears fall out of your shakey form he couldn't help but want to stop whatever your feeling. This made him frown. He needed to distance himself from you.

"Clean yourself up you look like a serious mess" Billy says handing you some paper and walking out with his hands in his pockets.

You didnt have the time to contemplate what just happened. You picked yourself up from the floor. You needed to get on to the rest of the day. You close your eyes and sigh.

You flush the toilet, wash your hands, and splash some water in your face while spitting out the lingering taste in your mouth. You shake slightly as you cover your face with your hands. Everything seemed to be crashing again. Every moment of confidence comes down with a deafening fall. An earth shattering realization that maybe you can't change the plot.

You hear a knock and you compose yourself. You open the bathroom door. Your puffy eyes blink looking up at Patrick Bateman. Why was he here?

"Im here to see if you're okay" he says bluntly with a polite edge to it.

"Oh...thanks Bateman but I'm really fine" you say stiffly trying to fix your apprence.

"Patrick"

"What?" You say softly looking up at him.

"Call me Patrick" he gives you that same coldly inviting smile.

You gulped "Okay...thanks for checking up on me Patrick genuinely"

His eyes furrowed slightly and there was a flash of confusion and a conflicted look in his eyes. It made you analyze him closer. Your eyes trailed to his hand behind his back making you grip the bathroom door.

"So what...did you come in here for"

"....Oh just to check up on you" his smile seemed even more forced than before "I have to get back to class oh and water will do good for your hair" he says casually then leaves.

You catch a hint of metal shining in the light. It was in his hand one moment then gone the next. You promptly closed the door and began to hurl once again.