f o r c e d「yanderexreader oneshot」

dazai osamu || regret.

;it was snow. cold air, thick fog, covers half of the city. as you passed by dark house by house, you couldn't help but to felt lonely, idle, abandoned in the inside of your petite figure. clutching both of your shivering shoulders, wearing a fluffy, hairy jacket wasn't really helpful.

you're not even helping me!

what kind of daughter are you?

is my sacrifice not enough?

your mother's strong words bells in your head non stopping. you and your mom had a fight after the fact that you're not helping her in her chores. you weren't taking care over your siblings. she went fed up and yelled at you hurtful words that she doesn't mean. you ran away.

and now, 11:58pm, in the middle of unknown, cold streets. the cold air hits your neck and your wrist. you just took the hanging thick sweater that your mom heat it up and hanged it on the brown, fracture, hat alike hanging place. you wore your ripped, thin texture socks along with your black tight leggings.

a sigh escaped your cold, blueish lips. a white smoke coming out of your mouth as a cold tear escaped your tired eyes. the fur on your jacket flew with the air in rhythm, sync. you feet couldn't move an inch due to the thirsty soles and the cold snow. you looked around your vicinity, houses were dark, not even a small lights appeared in their house. doors closed with a lock, curtains covered the windows, the small porch in front covered by the thick snow.

as you nodded your head down like you always did, a soft footsteps heard in front of you. you slowly opened your wet eyes, looking up. a guy, dark long hair covering his neck and nape, tall, brownish nude coat, with a bandage covering the eyes and arms stood in front of you.

you widened your eyes and took a step back and created a soft dizzling sound on the snow. your wide, (eye/c) eyes won't leave the tall figure in front of you as he looked down. your breath hitched as he went closer to you and held your wrist tightly. the hand that he was holding trembles. your pupils shakes and sent a shiver down your spine. "w - what c - can i hel - lp you?" you stuttered and decided to make a first move or else this won't stop.

"aren't you the rare one, huh?" he spoke and his deep, dark, mysterious voice rings in your head. "do you want to kill yourself?" he said again, this time, he looked up a little bit and you can see his end lips moving into a smirked. "h - how -" you yelled in pain, hurt as he twisted your skinny wrist and make a crack sound. "w - why would you do that, you sick!" you quickly took your arm of his grasp and held your broken wrist.

he stuffed his hands in his coat's pocket and took out sharp, polished knife, in fact, two of them. he kicked you hard, making you yelp and fall on the snowy floor.

he straddled in front of you, twisting the shiny blade around his slender fingers as he crazily giggles. he suddenly stabbed your legs with the sharp knife, taking your other ankle and twisted it.

"let's get you home and treat you properly," he said, caressing your pale, shaking cheek. "shall we?"

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this one is very bad & i was rushing