The Rest of Your Life (Yandere!Killua x Reader)

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Please read from the beginning if you haven't already.

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YOUR POV:

Your mouth turned as dry as sandpaper. The letter was shaking due to the trembling of your hands.

"I-it's h-him . . ."

"Hm?" the nurse says obliviously.

You slowly looked up. "H-he's g-going to t-take m-me a-again . . ."

The nurse quickly became alarmed and called the police department, taking the letter with her. The people questioned her. Who was at the front desk when it was dropped off? Was she there? Did she know when it came?

The nurse explained that she went to the bathroom and then came back and saw the flowers. She didn't think much of it since people usually dropped off gifts. She figured that since the person saw no one was there they simply left it. The nurse was only in the bathroom for a few minutes.

The surveillance cameras were checked. Since it was placed above the door, the back of someone walking in was recorded. He held the flowers and placed them on the desk in a rush. There were a few people in the waiting room, but they paid no attention. The person's head was down the whole time, concealing himself. Even worse, he wore a black hoodie that even hid the color of his hair.

Everyone was convinced it was him. However, even though it was kind of obvious, proof was still required like any other crime investigation.

"That's it!" you holler. "Get me out of here! I have something to say to this bitch!"

"Ma'am," a young women says nervously, "you need to rest." She looked at you as if you were crazy. You gave her a sickly sweet smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to go nuts. I know what I'm doing. Now, please get me out or else I'll start using all of my strength to leave."

"Why do you want to go?"

"I just need to be outside of the hospital for a second. You can take me back in right after, I promise. Being cooped up in here makes me want to have some fresh air."

The women receives permission to take you out but you must be in a wheelchair. Even though it was your stomach that was injured, you were still weak.

Cool air hits your face and the sun shines above you. You take a deep breath and fuel up all of your fury.

"KILLUA! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE SOMEWHERE WATCHING ME! SO YOU LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN WELL. I'M DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT SO LEAVE ME ALONE AND FIND ANOTHER GIRL TO TERRORIZE WITH YOUR PATHETIC LIFE AND-"

You didn't have time to finish because the women quickly pushes the wheelchair back inside. You were shaking in anger.

You were placed on a bed and told you weren't able to come outside anymore on your request. Thirty minutes later, your parents come in. Instead of being furious like you've expected, they only looked sad and worried.

"Y/N . . . what has happened to you?" your mom said in a hushed voice.

"W-what do you mean? I know he was listening. He's always there, finding the right moment to strike." You weren't lying when you said that. Killua was probably somewhere around, watching you closely. You knew he was.

"Look, sweetie. I understand this whole thing has shaken you quite up, but you are simply being paranoid. I'm sure he's hundreds of miles away right now, hiding from the police. He's not here."