Skyler's POV

I gracefully walked up to my dorm. I slid the key into the lock. It clicked open and there stood my room mate. She simply walked off. I recognized her. She was my childhood friend. My mom told her I had died. Just because she didn't like her. That girl begged to come to the funeral. My mother simply pushed her out. I ran to her dorm and swung the door open. Her eyes were puffy and swollen from crying.


" Y-Your not d-dead?" Dream asked feebly.

" Nope as alive as can be." I replied.

I toke her hand in mine and lifted her up. She embraced me with such force it knocked me off balance. I tumbled to the ground. My dark blue dress spread out under me. She got up and helped me up. She grabbed both my hands and brought me to a cafe. When were walking down the hall of floor 19 I saw a couple wake beside us. Both had blonde hair. The girl had wet hands. The boy seemed to not care. When we got to the elevator Dream pushed the button. When it arrived the blondes wet there. There was also a dead body in there. Each one had blood coming to there elbows and each held a knife. Like they were ready to kill us. There pupils were slated. The girl had a smile cut into her. Her arms were cut open. Her stomach was cut open too.

" We did such a good job Naruto! No one will touch you again!" The blonde girl said. She then opened the girls hands and placed it in her hand. That's when I noticed she had gloves on. The boy did too. The boy simply stabbed her through the heart. Then he rubbed her finger prints on the knife. The couple left and me and Dream went to a different elevator. When we got to the cafe. Dream ordered a mocha and an oj. ( who gets this reference from one of my books?) She handed me the mocha and sat down with her oj. We drank quietly.


Thoughts

so much blood.

yanderes

yum this is good

End

" Skyler so what's new with you?"

" Nothing Dream."







A/N

sorry for the short chapter but, who gets the mocha and oj reference? It's from one of my other books. Well see yea next time!!!


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