Too Weird (Ben Drowned)xReader

Ch.25

'Mom and Dad.I'm sorry I have left.I didn't have a choice and I'm sorry it had turned out this way.If there was another option,I would choose it, but there isn't. If I could change anything I did to get here,I can't promise I would.I can promise you this though I'm happy.I'm safe.And I'm not alone.Not any more. Maybe you'll understand one day,but you won't hear it from me. Don't look for me either. What I'm doing is for the best and you don't need to know why.Leaving you is hard and I hop beyond everything that you don't hate me.I'll always love y'all.Forever.

From your,
Daughter (Y/N)

The letter fell from your grasp onto the counter of your kitchen. You held back the tears that dared to fall and you knew what you were doing was for the best. You got to live, and with BEN at that. It wasn't a lie when you said you wouldn't change anything because it occurred to you that you weren't happy with the life you had. Leaving your home and becoming a potential killer could be a good life changer for you.

The silence in your house was broken when you rolled your suitcase out of the kitchen and to your front door. With one last, loving glance around the house you had grown up in, you closed the door behind you. There was a sense of finality to it and you didn't doubt the fact that this was your last visit home. Or your old home to be more specific. The mansion was where you lived now.

Wheels rolling down the sidewalk created a loud echo in the night air after ever bump of the concrete. You had asked BEN to let you go alone, pleading that it was for your own good that you said goodbye by yourself. He hesitantly agreed, but Jeff talked him into a room reconstruction for you. You still weren't sure if you could even trust Jeff any more after his little break down. For all you knew it could simply come with the fact a new person was around.

Upon reaching the edge of the trees, you lifted the suitcase off of the ground, collapsing the handle for more comfortable transport. You had packed family memories, your laptop, and a few random items you valued. Before you had left, Jane (reluctantly) said she would help you get new clothes, those more convenient to a killer. You only kept your favorite piece of clothing and left the rest for your parents to dispose of as they pleased.

You trudged your way through the trees, following the faint path back to the mansion. Now that you were 'one of them,' there was no more danger for you walking through the forest at night. Not horror story danger that is. The sound of voices made its way to your ear, forcing you to a complete stop. You couldn't hear what they were talking about, but you could distinctly make out that they were coming your direction.

At this point, you had two options. Stay here and see who it was or run to the mansion and hope you make it. You frowned at the second choice, decided then and there that if you were to really stay alive, you couldn't make such cowardly choices. In a tight grip, you held your suitcase in front of you and walked towards the voices with a purpose.

The people lumbered through the undergrowth, creating a ruckus that nearly drowned out their talking. You began to see the outlines of them in the darkness, finding that there were three people; two boys and one girl. They seemed to be no older than teenagers, even a few years younger than you. The tallest one held a flashlight, waving it randomly through the trees. The beam flashed over you for a second before coming back to rest on your figure.

"Lookie there. A runaway lost in the trees." The flashlight holder said, chuckling to himself. You stared at them calmly, forcing yourself not to squint away at the bright light in your face. The girl next him clung to his jacket, half hidden behind him. "You don't think she's dangerous do you?" She asked. You decided she was coward, possibly scared of her own shadow. She wasn't someone to be walking around the spooky forest at night. Your grip tightened on the handle of your suitcase, partially regretting going towards them. It was better than leading them straight to the mansion, though.

"Let's test it." The other male said, striding forward confidently. He reached out to grab your shoulder when you swung your somewhat heavy suitcase, nailing him in the side of the head with the metal corner. The boy crashed to the ground, either unconscious or dead at your feet. You stared in shock, dropping the case to the leaf littered ground as blood welled at the boy's temple and streamed down his face.

Where had that attack come from!? Since when were you capable of that!?