It didn't come quickly. No. You had to wait. You had to wait months living in paranoia about what was awaiting around every corner. You didn't know what was going to happen. How you would die. How fast it would be. If it would even be to him. You just didn't know anything anymore.
Finally, FINALLY, the day came. You didn't even need to ask who it was when you heard someone walking over. You just knew. And you didn't care. You were just so...tired...and angry...and scared. Yet oddly calm when facing your death.
Standing you turned to face him with messy hair and bags under your eyes. You no longer cared about the white hot burning in your stomach as he shoved his knife into your guts nor did you make a sound. You just wanted this hell to end.
Shooting up in your bed heart pounding in your ears as you looked around in a panic. "What..." You breathed as you looked around. Your gaze falling on the nightstand, or rather your laptop on it, you glared. Slamming it shut you returned it to its rightful place.
"No more Creepypasta before bed."
