GhostFace x F Reader

Part 10: Apologizes

I wake up the next day feeling like a weight has been lifted off of me, i have been going insane within the past couple days with everything that has been going on with ghost face, and the fact i haven't been taking my medication... The sun is shining a yellow color through my white and red blinds and i feel my entire body sweaty as if i had ran a couple miles yet my body feels cold. I hear some clatter outside in my kitchen. My mind is a little dazed and i'm not sure what to do.

* Couple Hours Ago *
Ghost-face POV

As i'm yelling at y/n and shaking her, anger washes through me and i slap her. I felt my body stiffen once i did that as when her face returned forward her eyes looked as if they saw right through me and i felt somewhat guilty for hitting her. After a couple seconds of silence i started calling out her name and she seemed unfazed and i started to shake her and the minute her body rocked back and forth i saw her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She had passed out. I took her to her bed and when i turned on her room light i got a better look at her.
Her entire body seemed limp and pale, her eyes were red from crying. It looked like she walked through hell and came out on the other side.

I sat on her bed after turning the light back off i took off my mask and felt guilt wash over, i normally would fine pleasure off seeing someone going crazy, but i could help but feel like a jackass. I thought on what to do, do i leave or do i stay and try to help her when she wakes up?

* Current Time *
Y/n POV

I'm a little scared to leave my room just in case ghost face is out there and i don't think i can handle another encounter with him, i try not to hold hate in my heart but he's making me more insane than i normally am and the thought of him makes me want to throw up. "He not gonna be in my apartment y/n think rationally." i whisper to my self as i walk up to my door and slowly open it. I peep through the small crack i made and see a figure in my kitchen making something. I slowly close the door closed trying not to make too much noise. As i slow walk to my bed i let a breathe out trying not to freak out. "i hope i die." i say holding back a whine. I haven't felt safe in a minute and on top of not getting much sleep, when i do i have fucking nightmare. I want to get up a yell and throw shit but where's that gonna get me.

My head snaps to the sound of my footsteps approaching my door i quickly pretend to be asleep, by back turned to my room door. When the door opens i take a deep breathe in and hold it out of fear. I feel the side of my bed deepen and a hand placed on my shoulder. "I know your awake." i heard a deep voice that i don't recognize. I quickly turn my head to see ghostface except it he's not wearing what he normally wears when he visits, he's wearing a black shirt with black jeans and his mask. the breathe i held came out in a rush as i stared in confusion. "Why are you here?" i ask with a soft voice remembering the events that happened the night before, i was always scared of him but now i'm terrified. As i was messing with my finger nails i heard a sigh come out of his mouth. "Listen, i'm sorry." His voice sounded sincere, he even turned his head around like he was ashamed to even look at me. I noticed his hair color and how it was a light shade of brown. When he looked at me i had my head down and i bit my lip holding back tears, i was fiddling with my fingers contemplating what to say. "It's ok." As those words came out my mouth i felt like i was betraying myself i sounded weak and pathetic.And it was in fact not ok, what he did was not ok i don't care if your a fucking serial killer i would never let anyone slap me ever again.

*3 years ago*
As i stared at my self with blooding dripping down my lip and nose. I grab a rag and tears ran down my face, i put the rag under water and dapped the wet rag on my lip and also wiping the blood from my nose. That day i made sure to never let anybody hit me ever again.

*Present time*

Anger rushed through me and tears ran down my face, i have the habit of crying anytime i'm mad, people always think i'm sad i'm not. He reached up to my face to wipe the tears but i flinched and backed up and wiped my tears by myself. "It's ok, you don't have to lie, what i did was not ok." He said sounding defeated. I was too scared to respond not wanting to make him angry with my response. "You can tell me the truth, i won't be mad." He said while taking my hands and holding them. 'can he read my mind?' i thought. "It's not ok, but there's not much to do now other move on." I speak quietly moving my hands away from his. He just lets a deep sigh out. "I made some food, i'm not the best cook but i hope it'll be enough to make you fell better." He said while grabbing my hand and taking me to my kitchen. He sat me down in a chair and put a plate of eggs and strawberries in front of me. "It's not a lot but- " i cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "It's more than enough thank you."

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I know that Part 9 was all over the place but i did that to show how y/n was going insane a bit