The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

C7 - Mute

Then everything changed.

It was the start of a new academic year; Chloe had had to join a new school due to becoming a middle schooler.

The new school was somewhat further away from her apartment than the last was; however, Chloe didn't mind it so much.

As to why? Well, that was because the middle school she had gotten into was quite the prestigious public school.

Books, books, and more books.

Chloe was a very studious student, a by-product of how much she would read, although She didn't really care about the contents of what she read.

Rather, she found that by occupying her brain with so much new information, she'd gradually forget all about her crooked reality.

A bigger and better school meant a larger library and more books to read.

There weren't any public libraries near Chloe's apartment; her previous school had a medium-sized pile of books that, if one squinted their eyes, could just nearly be classified as a library.

Furthermore, her old bullies hadn't made it into such a school. This meant that Chloe would be safe from being bullied.

"Only for a short while. It'll start again~~!" giggled the figure behind Chloe, their eyes disapprovingly piecing into the back of her head.

The figure seemed to become more literate as time went on. Within the first year of its existence, it finally was able to start speaking without stuttering.

Although Chloe found its new speaking pattern to be equally or even worse at times than it had been.

Its freezingly grating tone is supplemented by a few hysterical laughs or shouts.

The more danger and pain, whether it be physical or mental, that Chloe was exposed to, the more the figure would talk and input its sharp words into Chloe's mind.

At this point, she'd given up on the hope that one day it might go away, never to be seen again.

To Chloe, everyone looked the same.

They dressed the same, acted the same, and hated her all the same.

Or at least they would, given enough time.

Perhaps it's in their nature to pick on the weak. Those who have little peace for themselves take it away from those who need it the most.

Chloe wouldn't spend any effort to remember any of the appearances or names of any students.

It wouldn't matter whether she knew who they were or not when they took their stress out on her.

Reading a book whilst sitting in her desk, waiting for class to start, someone sat in the chair next to her.

A boy. One with dark black hair, green eyes, and a plethora of freckles dotted across his plump cheeks sat down on a chair and let a sigh of relief out as he comfortably slouched.

Then, looking around for people to talk to, he allocated the weight of his head onto his left palm and stared at the smaller of the two who was focussing on her book.

A befuddled expression was splayed across his countenance, as if he were trying to recall some ancient memory of an event that happened a long, long time ago.

And then he recalled it, his brown-coloured brows unfurrowing as he opened his mouth to speak.

"L.....Luu....Haa... C... Caa... Chhhh.....Chloe. That's your name, right?" The boy questioned, his tone a confident one, as if he already knew what her answer would be, choosing to act as if he hadn't just sounded out a few syllables to see if the expression on her face had changed so as to confirm his answer.