A "heather" kind of thing ( Jason dean x Reader )

All you can think about..

As the bash is heard on the front door you scramble to your closet, closing down your laptop, you think it could be your parents but the time isn't even close to when they come home. You hear more bashing on the door, you shove a chair under the handle and hide in your stacks of cloths.

The bashing stops..You think your safe until- ' ..Y/N...Where are you..?'. You freak out, shaking like hell you cover your mouth wanting to cry your heart out and scream at the same time but you knew if you did the person in the house would find you and god knows what they could do...

You hear your bedroom door open, you make the most tiniest squeal - now you know you're fucked - The footsteps slowly creep along the bedroom floor, the odd floor board creaking while the person walking to the closet..

The closet door twists and the handle struggles to open, you know you're officially dead. You decide to get up and pull out the chair, so you do, the door slams open and you get pinned to the wall. You can't exactly make out who the person pinning you  to the wall is, so you move your arm and move a small tuff of hair out of their face, it seems to be someone that you've seen around school..you're not sure who but you just decide to stay quiet. Their  warm breath brushes across your face, just like when you had that one...No no that's off subject and creepy..what you should really be thinking about is why this person is here, you hear the person whisper into your ear to stay calm and you try to get out of their grasp, you feel something get pushed into your mouth...its...A PILL?! You feel it melt in your mouth and the new saliva mixed solution slides down you're throat and as you slowly daze out you feel everything around you getting colder and colder..