Can You Feel My Heart {Reboot}

Psychotic Isn't The Right Term{Edited}

Warning : descriptive gore violenceand foul language. Reader's discretion is advised.

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"Psychotic wouldn't be right term to use." I tapped my fingers on my heavy wooden desk. "No, there's an extreme difference between a psychopath and someone who is psychotic but, with him, I'm not sure what the diagnosis would be. " I sipped in a deep breath, fluttering my eyes as light poured into my harshly darkened room.

"Yes? " I questioned the man at the door. The bags under my eyes twitched as my voice sounded very hoarse.

"..." He said nothing and kept his chapped lips shut. I knew already from the look he had given me,what he had desired.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming. " I surrender my hands in the air while I made my way into his reach. I gasped, thinking I may have gotten a suited diagnosis. "Obsession is more than normal. You have to be completely infatuated by that person, place, thing or object, right? " I looked at the man. He gave a small nod. With that in mind I believe I have finally figured it out.

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She slept calmly in her hospital bed as the sounding of the machines began to awake her from her deep slumber. (Y/N)'s head was throbbing after, what she thought was, last night's events. Tubes flowed from her limp body while blood and the questionable liquid pumped throughout her veins. She let out a loud groan of pain; letting the doctors know that she was awake. Her lips felt chapped while her neck ached from the unusual lying position. The last thing she recalled from the other night was blood, her blood and sirens and so much nonsense that she couldn't piece together. (Y/N) remember the scared face,(≥﹏≤ the references) the chard eyes, the paper white skin. She knew that a monster was after her,and her wasn't done with her yet.

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I awoke to the sound of loud pings and beeping in my left ear. My body was aching while my skin was flaming hot. The way my head throbbed, made looking hard since there were bright lights in the room which mostly hung above my body. A doctor, female, walked towards me,a pitiful smile painting her lips.

"Oh, I see you're finally awake miss (L/N). I'm Dr. Bromskey." She was a middle aged woman with silky brown hair and emerald green eyes. The bags that drooped beneath her orbs told me that she hadn't really slept well over the past few nights or so weeks. Her voice sophisticated yet light. Dr. Bromskey gave a warm smile, likely to distract me from the burning pain in stomach and shoulder.

"What happened?" My tone was groggy, like I hadn't used it for awhile.

"Well, you were stabbed. Once in your stomach and in the area between your collarbone and shoulder blade. We don't know exactly how that happened or what took place but, the police are working on it."

I shut my eyes slowly as I tried to disguise my burning pain even more. Memories fled my mind from the other night. It was him, Jeff The Killer. He had tried to kill me but, somehow, by the graces of God, I made it out alive. I winced, the pain stirring my wounds again. Everything hurt. It hurt to talk, to move, hell, it even hurt to breathe. Pulling the blankets closer to my body, despite the heat that glazed over my skin, I shivered, the room was deathly cold. I prepared myself for more agonizing questions that need answers but, a tearing in my stomach prevented to ask of any further questions . I let out a shrill of agony while holding my side.

The stitching hadn't held up well,and snapped. Thick, cherry red blood spewed from my stomach. It hurt like hell but, I knew that the doctor would patch me back up.