Creative Reality (yandere)

waking up

(Y/n) pov

My brain starts to wake up and i realize there is something different about my surroundings. the first thing i feel is that the bed i was sleeping on is now smaller and softer. that there is a slight breeze instead of cold damp air. The room was considerably brighter than usual. My blanket that is thin and scratchy is now thick and soft. There is some soft talking, sound like a t.v to me, somewhere. when i opened my eyes the first thing i see was a bouquet of roses and lilies on a small black coffee table. taking a closer look at the table i see nicks and dents in the wood. There is als a crack where it looks like the leg was glued back on. I sit up quietly and see that i am in a love seat; the  seat was soft but had stains in all shades of brown, which reminded me of cheap alcohol. The t.v. had some nicks and dents on it also. on the t.v was the news. As i guessed the people of my town has given up on looking for me alive. they were planning a candle lighting ceremony on my birthday, which was in a few weeks. as i look in the living room i see the signs of alcoholism. Broken furniture, bottle shards in the dingy carpet; remind me not to walk barefoot ,like ever; unkempt  clothes thrown about the floor still bloody. I hear footsteps and look at the roses, the only thing not damaged by the alcohol. The bright vivid red makes the look almost fake. the lilies fo full of life  brigents the gloom of the room. i reach for the mad then i heard his voice. " why good morning my little angel".All i do is a nod in response. he comes and sits down and pulls me closer to him. I smell the scent of the iron filled blood and the alcohol on him like stink on a cow. " how'd you sleep last night". since i haven't spoke in a long time it came out as a whisper "well i guess" "well i'm glad to hear it, you want breakfast right" he asked with a slur in his voice. " sure" i quietly say not wanting to make him angry. As he stood he picked me up bridal style and took me to the table. when i sat down i saw that the only place at the table that was used more that the rest had knife gouges and and wax rings from bottles. he must be considerably lonely since he killed everybody he come across. After he made cereal for the both of us he came and sat down he started talking about random stuff, i wasn't listening i was starving so i was eating. i heard him give a low deep chuckle " aww is my little fawn hungry, don't worry you wont starve again". The way he started petting my hair was relaxing and calming. Stop (y/n) you can't love this you have a family that needs you. 

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