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WHO ARE YOU

"Hey Y/N?" Sean called out to you from the living room.

"Yeah?" You replied, two rooms away.

Things hadn't been improving ever since you started having your "psychotic episodes". The doctors ruled it off as self harm while under a coma-like state, which you didn't buy into. You knew there had to be a better explanation for everything that's been happening to you.

"I miss you, you're always so far! It's not fair." Sean said with an impatient whine.

You knew he was joking about you being in a different room, so you decided to humor him.

"Is this any better?" You stood above where Sean sat, looming over him with a smirk.

"Not quite.. You're still pretty far Y/N." He said, tilting his head back to look up at you with a pout.

Carefully, you placed your hands on both sides of his jaw and leaned toward him.

"How about now?" You playfully asked him, gazing into his eyes with a twinkle off mischief.

"Just a bit closer love.." He replied softly, almost in a whisper.

You complied once again, going along with the obvious game he was trying to play.

Stopping a centimeter away from his lips colliding with yours, you decided on asking him one final time before inevitably melting into a kiss.

"Close enough..?" You whispered, your lips brushing against your boyfriend's as you spoke.

"Dó͖͈̻̣̩n͈̲̭͖̺ͅ'͟t̠̰͞ͅ ̢̲̬y̢̞̳̬ͅo̜̼̝͡u̗̫̫̪͠ ̰̬f̦̼ù̥c̰̣k̺̤̯͎͍̟ ̵͔̼͔͓̖̖w̸̼̙i̭͝t̞̦̺͓̥ḫ̩̩̭̻̀ ̬m͏͎̖e҉̲̭̹ ͇̳o̲͉̺̲r̸̖̗̱̗̻ ̱̩̰̩͚̜̟͞I͜'̧̗l̟̕l̞̼̩̠͙̀ ̨f͎̙͙̣̳͈̣u̖̻̠͕̖̤c҉̘͍̖͙ḱ̫͖͓̜̘̠ ̯̘̗̘͢t̷h̪͙͉e ͕͔li̸͔̲fe͔ ̹̪̦̗͖͘o̖͈̳̰ú̼t̷̞̜͔͇͕̟̱ ̼̜o̸̬̟̼͍̳̼f ͈ỵ̧̳̺o̷̥͚̗̠̣ṳ̼̩̫̬͕͙ ͍̰͕̟̲I̥͝ ̖̩̩̳̬̥͓sw҉e͉͜a̦̬̩̤̫͖ŗ̠̱̲̗̗."

your boyfriend's tone of voice changed from playful and soft to rough and dark.

It wasn't long before you felt him grab hold of your neck and pull you over the sofa. You felt like your neck was being pulled off from your shoulders as he slammed you down by your head. The monster climbed on top of you, keeping his hand on your head and forcing it to squeeze against the ground.

"Y̧̯̞o̼̞̞͉u͝r͕͙͕͙͓̩̲ ̲̰̗͓b̮͢o͎̟͟y͎͇̹f̧̩̤͚̲͇͉̫r̝̙̻͎i̢̭̖̜e̫̤̠͖̱͞n͉̲d̺͈͖͠ ̠̙͓̫͔̰͚c̣̯̻̪̯̻a̭̹̱̕n͚̙͙̮̜'̩̖̭ͅt̵̰̭̠͇͙ ̺̗͓̻̤k͚͡e̪e̘̞p̢̗ ͉̟̗ͅh̴͈̮̘͎̟ͅo̺̻͈̬͉l͖̖̣͕̲̘̳d̴͍̠̮͈į̭̘̗̭͇n͔g͈̮ ̼̰̱͍̙͚̻m̡̺̰ḙ̛̼ ͍̲͚̹̭b҉͍̜̲͚̝̱ͅa̳͍̲͉̞c͠k̵̖̻! I̪̦ͅ'͈͍̗̗͟m̡̙̖ a̛̙̞͚͉͍͍ͅl̪w̤̗̰̹̗̱ay͏͍s̰͙̲̥̖̞̺̕ ͔͘g̛̜̩̰̥͉͈̝o̵͎̥nn͜a̟̪̬͚͠ ͏̥̥͖̥͍͓̘b̴̤̠̩̪̺e͙̱̟̱̤̮͠ ̮̤̞ḥ͕ͅe͠r̮̙e̶̞͕̥!"

The monster yelled, a fit of giggling following right after.

Your eyes shot open as you sharply took in a breath of air.

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