Y/Ns POV:Crying. Screaming. Vomiting and hyperventilating. My mind is in a complete mind-fuck right now. I'm on the floor shaking uncontrollably, my stomach feels like it's in my knees and my heart is pounding in my ears.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit. Is this real???"
I'm keep trying to pull myself together. Breathe..just breathe. Who did this? Was it my stalker? It has to be. Shit, shit shit.
"My phone. Where's my phone??"
I grab for my phone, shakily entering the password. I dial 911 and it only rings for about 4 seconds.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Hello yes hi. I'm at xxxxxxxx, and I just found a pair of someone's eyes in a box with a letter attached to it. I- I'm pretty sure a murder has taken place here"
"Okay, I am sending a dispatch to your location as we speak, they will arrive within 10 minutes. What did the letter say sir?"
"It was a letter addressed to me, saying something like 'this is my fault. Enjoy the present'." I'm choking back tears and I cannot controll my breathing what so ever.
"Do you have any relation with the owner of the eyes?"
"Yes, I met him at a cafe once, his name is Kai, black hair with lots of freckles, I was supposed to meet him here for a date but.. this is what I found" I was now hyperventilating again. The box is all the way on the table, but I can still feel the eyes glaring at me from inside.
I vomit again."Sir are you okay? Please take a breath and try to relax. The dispatch squad is on there way in 2 minutes. Just stay on the phone with me until they arrive okay? Breathe."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is so fucking fucked up holy shit." I try to stay calm, slow I drag myself away from the box. Successfuly avoiding the puddle of my putrid vomit.
"It's all going to be over soon sir. Please relax and breathe"
"If this bitch tells me to breathe one more time.."
That's when I hear sirens in the distance. They're here thank God. I scramble to get up, running out the door. I see the police cars and an ambulance park outside. People rush out of the ambulance and swaddle me in a blanket. They sit me down in the back of the ambulance and check me for any type of injuries. A few cops rush inside the house.
Damn, what have I gotten myself into? Fuck cutie..Kai. who did this to you? I feel my eyes start to sting again and I hold it back because I don't want to cry infront of group of people.
"Exuse me sir. Could I get your name please?" I turn to find an officer standing behind me. He looked like he was in his early 40s. Tall, maybe 5'11. Blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Kind of hot. Dilf energy for sure.
"My name is Y/N L/N"
"Well Y/N, my name is Walts Marsh. I'm a detective. I would like to ask you a few questions if that's alright?"
Oh fuck, this is going to be a long night.
~♡Time skip♡~
Y/Ns POV:
The cops drop me off at home then drive away after a very curt goodbye.
I sluggishly and tiredly walk back into the house. It's cold, and empty. Or maybe that's just me. I walk upstairs to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. I look like shit.
My eyes look like I've smoked 6 joints of weed. Extremely red and puffy. My hair absolutely fucked. My face feels like it's falling off. My throat still burns with acid. This is horrible. For the 100th time tonight, that same prickly sensation erupts in my eyes. And I'm on the floor with my head in my hands and my knees to my chest.
This is my fault isn't it? I should have been more careful. I dragged Kai into my stalker mess. And now his body is missing with just his eyes and hair left behind. It was so fucking disgusting.
Those once brightly colored brown eyes, stared back at me in a dull manner. The little veins in his irises. The eyes were also bloody, aswell as the lock of hair. It looked like it had been ripped directly from his skull instead of being cut off. A bit of his skin was still attached to it too.
I would have vomited again, but everything was already pushed out of my system so I just dry heaved."Y/N you stupid fuck. This is so your fault. My fault? Yeah, my fault. I should have just kept my distance. If I did maybe he wouldn't be fucking dead"
I began to ball my eyes out again. This is way too much pain right now. I have to stop. My head hurts so much.
I look up to see a small box perched up on my bathroom sink. I know what's in there. I promised myself I would stop 3 months ago. I can't do it again.
But the pain. It's too much I feel like I'll die. Just this once. To stop the emotional pain atleast. I reach up to grab it. Inside there are a collection of razors and sharp objects.
(Trigger warning incoming!! please skip this part if your uncomfortabl)
I take one of the razors, a small but sharp one. I roll up my sleeve. I see the pale/dark faded out lines decorating my wrists. I put the blade to my soft/rough skin. I pause for a second. Do I really want to fo through with this?
Yes.
So I pull the blade down, fast. I wait. Then I see small dots of crimson red start to bloom. I watch as it drips down my wrist and onto the floor. It's stings. So I do it again. And again. I repeat this process until I feel better.
~●time skip●~
I'm in bed, sleep comes to me quicker but slower then usual. Maybe because I'm extremely tired. Today has been rough. I try to keep my mind blank, I refuse to think about today anymore. I still have school tomorrow. Fuck.
My torn up arms sting harshly as I shuffle around my bed. I'm going to get to the bottom of this shit. I swear to you Kai. I close my eyes and let sleep sweetly pull me away from reality.
I'm so sorry Kai.
Dooonnnnee:) dann guys, so thats really it for cute waiter boy. Y/Ns romance ark demolished just like that😭 but anyway, it's exams again so that's why my updates have been so slow, please forgive me darlings🙏🏾 comment what you think!<3 and pls don't mind the spelling errors💀 Mwah, stay beautiful.
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