𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Lee - The Creepy Guy Outside Pt 2

((WARNING: Blood, c@nnibalism, disturbing topics)

7:00 AM

Your alarm starts buzzing, reminding you to get ready for school.

But the alarm didn't wake you.
You were already awake.

You couldn't sleep at all, not after witnessing what happened last night.

You couldn't get the image of Lee's eerie grin and blood stained clothes out of your head.

You felt sick thinking about it.

You shut off the alarm and begin to make your way to your closet, getting ready to pick out an outfit for school.

It was winter, an excuse to wear baggy clothes.
You felt like just shoving a hoodie over yourself.

You begin to search through your clothes as you pull out a large grey hoodie.
You put the hoodie on over the same shirt you've been wearing since yesterday.

You felt lazy today.

You put on some baggy jeans and converses, completing your outfit.
You didn't care about how you looked today.
You were going to try to convince your parents to let you have the day off anyways.

You begin to walk out of your room and into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes fills the air.

Your father was cooking breakfast.

But you didn't feel like eating.

"Hey dad." You say quietly as you pull out a chair from underneath the table before sitting down.

"Morning."
Your father looks over at you as he flips pancakes.
"Your mother is out, she has a meeting. So i'll be driving you to school today." He says

"Oh, okay."
You pause for a few moments before speaking.
"Dad, I actually don't feel well today. Can I maybe just have the day off? Just one day? I woke up with a fever." You pretend to cough.

Your father looks at you with slight concern.
"Y/n, you've had too many days off lately, I've been getting emails from all your teachers." He says as he flips the pancakes onto plates.

"I know. But please. I just really don't feel good." You say.

He walks over to the table with a plate full of pancakes before carefully placing it in front of you.

"You're going to school. For the sake of your attendance." He says.
"I know how hard it can be, I know how exhausting school gets, I was once your age too."

He grabs out the chair across from you before sitting down.

"But you have to attend. A lot of people don't end up graduating just because of their attendance." He sighs.

"Dad I said I'm sick, this isn't just because I'm exhausted from school. I'm genuinely just sick." Your voice becomes slightly more stern.

"You say the same thing every single day, y/n. It's getting hard to believe you." He says.

You look down at your plate, not wanting to start an argument.
You knew if you said something it would just start things.
You didn't get any sleep last night and didn't want to deal with this.

"I mean, come on y/n. It's getting a little immature now, how old are you? You're 18 years old. You shouldn't be acting like you're in 7th grade." He continues.

You let out a sigh of annoyance as your father continues to speak.

"You better pack your bag, I'm taking you in 10 minutes." He says as he stands up and starts to walk out of the room.