Does Love Sink or Swim? ( Ben Drowned X Suicidal Reader!)

VIIII

      I threw my head back and groaned aloud. "I HATE ANATOMY!". I slammed my textbook closed and tossed it off my bed. Why are we even assigned homework over the weekends? I'm supposed to be resting. My brain is absolutely fried. This is what happens when I try to attempt to do homework over the weekend. I just stress myself out even more. Getting good grades means the world to me. All I'm waiting for is that acceptance letter from (c/n). How the hell am I supposed to get into a good college when what's inside a pig's heart is stressing me out? I groaned even more. School sucks.

      I threw myself back onto my bed. Turning my head towards my alarm clock, 12:32 p.m. I sighed, time to fuel up. I need to study as much as I can for this anatomy test on Tuesday. I pulled myself up from my heavenly bed and trudged down my tan worn out carpeted steps. I made my way to my kitchen where I opened up the freezer. I reached my hand inside and fished out a bag of pizza rolls. I smiled to myself as I went into one of my cabinets reaching in for a paper plate. Both my hands grasped either side of the bag of cold pizza rolls and I pulled a little to each side. A rift separated the bag into two sides. I poured a couple of pizza bits out on the plate and plopped it in the microwave.

      Waiting for my delicious gourmet meal to heat up. I waltz back over to the fridge and pulled out a can of diet coke. WIth my forefinger and thumb, I opened the can. Bringing it up to my parched lips, gulping some of the fizzed drink down. The joyous beeps of the microwave signalized that my food was done. I gladly went over to pop out my food. Grabbing the plate and my drink. I headed to the living room.

      I nicely placed my food on the coffee table and sat myself down on the plump sofa. Leaning over, I reached for the black television remote. Clicking the on button, I started to search for entertainment that would be fit for me. Popping a pizza roll in my mouth. I came across the Vampire Diaries.

      As I clicked onto the icon my whole t.v went haywire. The screen blacked out then turned static. Rays of grey and black lines dance around the screen while a high pitch ringing noise pierced my ears.

      Demonic laughter filled the room. My arms shot up to cover my ears from the horrific sounds. My heart racing out of my chest. "The hell is going on?", I questioned aloud. I continuously turned my head every which direction. Paranoid out of my mind. My eyes scanned throughout the room trying to find the perpetrator.

      The ringing started to die down. Then the t.v went black again. Did it stop? No. A picture of an elf appeared on my screen. A boy dressed in a green elf costume with blond shaggy hair, red eyes with blood goozing out of them, stared at me. He looks like a zombified Christmas elf. I bit my lip trying my hardest to contain a laugh. The 'elf' looked at me confused and raised an eyebrow at me. I can't, I let it all out. I started laughing. The expression on the elf's face seemed pissed. "Did Buddy the elf figure out what a peep show really is?", I cackled. Holding onto my stomach for support.

   The elf's face went bright red and he looked like he huffed. How adorable. My fit of uncontrollable laughter seemed to tear my attention away from Santa's little helper. All of a sudden a hand outstretched towards my screen, popping out. I froze. Seeing a Christmas elf reject climb through my television. When he was fully out. He walked over towards me.

      My mind shouted at me to run. Get up and run for your life. But I couldn't move. I was frozen. Paralyzed. "Christmas elf?", the elf scoffed, leaning in towards my face. "Wow, you smell like cinnamon...".