[18+] Taken by a Smooth Criminal || (Mj Fan Fiction)

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Call my friends and tell them that I love them
And I'll miss them, sorry

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(Editing Finished)

-/Cameron/-

My eyes fluttered open slowly, the sun from through the blinds waking me up.

I had to squint my eyes from the brightness and tossed the comforter over my head to avoid the sun beaming against my face.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pain that rushed through my back and jaw as soon as I moved. The pain instantly reminded me of what happened yesterday.

Jess.

The hurt and pain struck my heart and I felt the heaviness in my chest when I recalled everything that had happened.

It felt like I was stabbed in my heart a thousand times. I was in so much pain from what happened. My heart was hurrying so bad. I just wanted to rip it out, just so I could feel this pain.

Fuck, I just wish I could sleep forever. I wouldn't have to face what I did. The fact that I let her down. I drug her into this shit and she didn't make it out. She was trying to save me and I couldn't even save her. It was my fault she's not here.

Her parents are probably worried sick. She was never one to not tell her parents where she was going. She was super close to them. She would always come back home to her parents at the end of the night too. If she didn't, she'd at least have an explanation for where she'd be at for the night. I'm sure she didn't tell them anything though and I wouldn't be able to imagine the hurt that they'd go through when they'd find out that she's never coming back home.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." The one voice I never wanted to hear again broke me out of my thoughts. I could hear him sing-song his words as he said them.

I rolled my eyes, internally groaning at the thought of him right now. He killed my best friend. I knew he was dangerous and was capable of killing, but never did I think he'd do it with full intention to hurt me. I hated him. I couldn't stand looking at him right now, let alone talking to him.

I didn't even know he was in here. He wasn't laying in bed so I thought it was only me in the room.

I took a long deep breath, trying to calm the instant annoyance he created in me before ripping the covers off from over my head and looked from where his voice came from.

He was sat in the same chair in the corner of the bedroom, a joint in his hand as he exhaled smoke from it.

He looked beyond fucked up. His complexion was dark and he had circles under his red and dilated eyes. He still held that same glaze over his eyes from yesterday. Like he wasn't even himself. He seemed to be out of it. Just by looking in his eyes, you could tell he was in a world of his own. He looked numb, that was the only way I could describe it. It looked like he hadn't slept all night.

He still had the same clothes on from the last time I saw him when he killed Jess. Bloodstains were still stained on his suit. It was wrinkled and ripped up from fighting against Jess. A bandage was also wrapped around his hand, covering where Jess had sliced his hand with the knife. I don't feel bad for saying that he deserved it.