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𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕺𝖓𝖊 | Obsessed

𝖕𝖔𝖛: We're introduced to a path which shows a story of obsession.

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(y/n's POV)

Never thought today would be the day I died.

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"Ms. l/n, please stay after class, same goes for you Mr. Lanes." my history teacher, Mr. Areson asked. "yes sir" both me and Adam responded. Though as I turned to look at the boy, I noticed just how scared he looked. Confusion stepped into my mind, as I wondered just why the look of fear in his eyes cam so suddenly. Soon my thoughts were cut short as the bell rung, signaling that last period was over and it was time to go home.

As I looked to the front, my teacher signaled for both me and Adam to step up closer to his desk. "Mr. Lanes I've been noticing how your grades dropped so suddenly, and how many classes you've been missing. What's the problem?" Mr. Areson Asked to the poor boy. Adam looks at me, seeming to be a little unsettled into the situation he's in right now. "Maybe I should leave Mr. Areson, he doesn't look to co-" I stopped mid sentence as Mr. Areson raised his hand at me.

"Well, I've been having some personal problems going on at home sir" Adam stated sort of low. Though I noticed that he stared at me as he said this, and when I turned my head to look back, he quickly faces forward. "Mhm, well on them days you've missed a bunch of paper work has piled up. So y/n here will help you get it done before this quarter ends. Deal?" Mr. Areson gleams.

"Deal, what's in it for me? plus I didn't agree to that." I sort of angrily express. In the corner of my eye i see Adam's mouth curl into a smirk. "I'm glad you find this funny" I say with a roll of the eye. "Well Ms. l.n, I'll raise all your classes grades by 10%, and for you Lanes, you're walking down the aisle for graduation" Mr. Areson, smiling ear to ear says. I then look at Adam, seeing he doesn't have a problem with anything, and back at my teacher.

"fine"

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"Is this your house Adam?" I asked, putting my phone down. "Yeah, uh my parents are away on a trip so they wont be here while you are." Adam mumbles. I just hm in response seeing as I didn't really care. I was still mad on the fact my mom gave me a "thumbs up" when I texted asking if I could come tutor him. I honestly would've been better sleeping right now, but no. Though as we come in the house I notice how empty it was, but also remembering about how new Adam was to the city.

"You can head up to my room, first door to the right. I'll make us a fruit bowl." Adam more of stated than said. I just followed his directions into his room, though stopped at the odd aroma of his room. It wasn't that it stunk, it was just the fact it smelled like mine, smelt like me. Then I noticed some sort of light coming from the closet, as I stared at it, walking over Adam came into the room. "Let's get started, shall we?" He said with a smile.

I wanted to ask why he became so happy all of a sudden, but held against it. I put down the piles of papers down onto his desk and sat onto the chair. "How many papers do you want to do? Also its getting kinda late so depending how ever much we do we gotta hurry." I said, knowing I really didn't wanna stay long. "We can only do ten of the ones you think will be the easiest, if that's okay..."He responded. "sure."

After about a hour we only had 2 papers left, I was really giving him the answers to most questions, but i noticed how that isn't helping at all. During that hour I would notice little things about him, like how I would catch him staring at me from time to time. He'd switch emotions based on how I responded to him. Though when he caught me staring at the little light in the closet he seemed to get...mad. So now we're just sitting in peace, well quietness, not peace. Then he got up to use the bathroom and get some chips and water.

I took this as my chance to look at the closet. I know its bad to sneak, but something was pulling me towards swinging the door open. As I got up to the door, I peeped in but noticed how the light didn't do anything but just be a light. With that being said, I had to open the door to take a look inside, but soon regretted doing so. In the closet, wall to wall, pictures of me everywhere. I looked at the floor and seen the perfume I use to freshen up my room, lip glosses I thought I lost, Clothes and underwear that suddenly became missing, and many more.

As I stood up to leave I get shoved back down . "I thought I said to stay out of here." Adam mumbled, but somehow clearly said. All I could do was stare, but was soon snapped back into reality as he got on top of me. I started to kick and scream, anything to get out of here. Just as quick as I snapped back, he grabbed my mouth and started slamming my head into the wall behind us, but that didn't stop my legs. Kicking with all my force, I got the boy off of me, but the only problem was that there was no where to run, and at this point we were having a stare down.

"Didn't I say to-" "NO, YOU DON"T GET TO ACT ALL INNOCENT, WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS HUH?!!" I quickly interjected. He looked at me in shock, but I cant blame him, it took a lot to get me ticked but this was the icing on the cake.

I suddenly charged at him, tackling him into the ground, hitting him as hard as I could. Keeping my eyes closed, but soon opened them as he stopped moving and had blood everywhere. Breathing heavy, I got off of him and sprinted down the stairs to the door and seeing actual locks on the door. "What the fuck does he have going on in his head." I move through the drawers in the kitchen looking for a key, but no avail.

I look at the back door, but see the same locks. 'breaking the window.' I thought. Grabbing a hammer from the drawer, I crack open the window, just enough for me to get through. As I step out the glass with only one leg still in, I get harshly dragged back in. The glass on the window cutting my cheek

Adam kept slamming my head into the glass, all I could see was blood, darkness intruding my vision. I looked at the phone beside me, seeing my boyfriend calling. 'Oh right, we had a date tonight. Funny...' My thoughts were cut quick, just like my eyes.

'Never thought today would be the day I died.'

Last thing I heard was a gunshot and a thud on the ground beside me. Forcing my eyes to open I see Adam, gun in hand, but bullet in head. His eyes looking through mine also, I find energy coming back into my body. I slowly but surely grab the gun, and shot the fucker more than enough to make sure he was dead. I couldn't get up to escape. 'Am I about to die?" Just then my phone ringed again. 'mom' It read. using every bit of power in my body, I answered the phone.

"Hunny you okay, you were supposed to be at home by now, but your location is still at that boys house?"

"......."

"Hello?"

"......."

"Y/N."

"Help."

"I'M CALLING THE POLICE RIGHT NOW, DONT HANG UP OKAY!"

I sat there quiet waiting for help, but by time help came, I was gone.

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