As you laid in a pool of darkness, you were still unconscious, on your floor, alone, parents gone, who were they to care anyways they hated me they always say how I'm a disgrace and a disappointment I am to the family and how I would never succeed in life. You still had a feeling on how something was watching you through a window or standing right above looing down at you smiling at your unconscious body, smiling at what they had done.
The fact that you felt this sensation but weren't able to see it made you see things in the world of darkness that you were in, you started having flashbacks to childhood trauma, you either saw your parents fighting or yelling at you for making a mistake or something, they always found an excuse to yell at you. Seeing those made you remember the time you slit your wrists and attempt suicide and ended up backing away from the bridge. The fact that you kept that situation all to yourself all those years, now imagine if you went to therapy and told them that they would've put you in a mental institution and cut off all connections from the outside world to keep you from "emotionally" hurting yourself saying that you'll be better off with no contact with friends or family let alone anybody!
You woke up later to find it to already be night and tons on bruises all over your body, a small puddle of blood was under you while pain shot through ever single nerve in your body, you just wanted to die.
As soon as you got up to call someone you started to feel lightheaded again but you sat down fast enough so you wouldn't pass out, you've lost to much blood too walk on your own.
You were too tired to do anything at this point. you took a breath in an out a few times before getting up to call someone, anyone at this point, you had no idea or thought where Stu could be but just pushed that thought away and called 911.
About 10-15 minutes later they arrive and take you away in a ambulance. You begged them not to call your mom, you were to afraid of what she might say to you, but the people there did not care for what you had to say, they just called her. As you waited, you thought of so many, too many, situations that could happen.
(extremally short one here very sorry, I ran out of ideas and I think the next chapter might be the final but we'll find out. Thank you all for being so patient <3)
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SCREAM for Me{Stu macher x Reader}
TerrorY/N has an obsession with horror movies yet no friends sense she just moved to Woodsboro, once she makes friends at Woodsboro high she fell for a psycho killer
