Love's Final Cut [Yandere Slasher x Reader]

[3] Scatterbrained

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Warning: (Name) panics and makes a bad decision, death of a named character, knife, sherds of glass, blood/gore, wet clothes, arguing

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Everything was too loud, bright, and textured. The tapping of our feet dulled my mind, the hallway lights stung my eyes, and my clothes scratched against my body uncomfortably. All my senses were completely overloaded with information, making it nearly impossible to fully process the information I was receiving

I could barely hear Loomis over my own heartbeat. I watched with glassed-over eyes as the doctor pushed me into the driver seat snapping me back to reality.

"Put the keys in woman! We need to go!" Loomis yelled at me as I fumbled with my keys. I plugged the keys into the ignition and turned the car on. My car hummed to life happily as I turned to Loomis, seeing him about to open my front passenger door.

"Good, now we just need to-" Loomis was cut off as a figure loomed behind him. I watched in horror as Micheal grabbed the older male by his neck.

Micheal pulled the doctor away from my car and held him up so he could look him in the eyes. Loomis looked terrified as the larger man held him by his throat but his eyes held this deep burning anger.

"D-Devil child." He spat at the white-masked man shooting off his gun into Micheal's stomach. If Micheal was in pain, he didn't show it because he quickly snapped the neck of the doctor.

Loomis's neck was bent unnaturally, the bones prodding at the skin looking like they wanted to tear their way out. I was stunned into silence but was forced to come back down to earth when Michael went to grab the front passenger door handle.

I slammed on the drive shooting my car forward, thank god I didn't park behind any other vehicles.

My car pushed forward as the tires stretched against the ground. I glanced at my mirror and saw Micheal standing in the parking lot. His blue-covered overalls were stained red along with his kitchen knife.

I felt my chest get tighter as I watched him get smaller and smaller. The fear of not being able to see where he has trumped the comfort of the distance I made.

I gasped for air as I sped down the road not caring if a cop pulled me over. I was panicking, I knew that.

My body was covered head to toe in sweat, my breath was short and heavy. My hands matched this stress by gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't-" I mumbled over and over again as rain started to sprinkle down.

I bite my tongue as tears slowly drip down my eyes. The lights of the road felt blinding as I went down the road. It didn't help that the rain made my windshield blurred by all the rain.

I felt my tires start to slip on the road making my heart skip a beat. I quickly corrected my driving with my steering wheel before pulling into the next exit, which was a motel.

I parked my car and just sat in the parking lot. My breathing was too fast and I was driving too dangerously. I need to just take a breather and listen to the rain, but what if he'd come after me?

He knows how to drive, he knows what my car looks like, and he knows what direction I went in.

Oh god.

I gasped again, grabbing at my chest.

The blood pounded in my ears. My heart thundered against my chest. My hands trembled against the steering wheel. My vision was disfigured as if I were looking through a fish-eye lens.