The note Mom had given me was
(all my fault)
all I have needed to read. It said
(you failed him)
that Dad had been
(failed)
murdered. There aren't any suspects yet. There's no
(time)
evidence that could've lead to anyone doing this. To
(him)
sum it up: there's virtually nothing anyone can do
(to save them)
It's been a couple of hours since I shooed Paige away. I hope she's
(alive)
alright. She would've questioned me through text or at least tried to call me. Nothing
(more)
yet. I guess I'll call her when I'm ready to talk. I just hope she's not
(dead)
mad at me or anything. For now, I'm exhausted and I need to sleep before a wave of
(sadness)
nausea
(drowns me)
washes over me again. I just hope there aren't gonna be any
(monsters)
nightmares tonight but there most likely will be. Ugh...
((A/N) It's 11 pm and I felt guilty so I made this chapter. Sorry if it's horrible. T-T)
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My Special Little Friend Forever (Jason The Toymaker x Reader) *DISCONTINUED*
FanfictionJason The Toymaker has taken an interest in you, so you should feel honored... or cursed. What made you think you had an ordinary life? Your mom, perhaps? Your best friend, Paige? Your loving father who's trying his hardest to spend time with you? I...
