Empty Shell - Yandere X Reader

Empty House

So sorry that it took so long to write this...
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After the whole incident at the gas station, I stayed up most of the night. I just stared out the window as Walker drove. I saw Walker almost fall asleep at the wheel several times but he always woke back up. Since I couldn't sleep, I had a lot of time to think. Mainly about what happened to Thomas. I thought about how he killed those people. Then how he cried once he stepped inside the car. It made me realize something. Clearly, Thomas was mentally fucked up. Even Walker had told me that at one point. It wasn't Thomas's fault that he killed those guys, it was his messed up head. He must not have meant to do it. I suddenly felt immense sympathy for him. I didn't know anything about his life and his mental health. Who was I to judge his actions? A person who had a perfectly average life, up until now. After a few hours of thinking about Thomas, I decided I was going to stay with him until I could help him through whatever was happening to him in his mind. I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I felt a warmth across my face. I tried to open my eyes but I was blinded by the sunlight that was shining brightly on my face. The sun felt warm on my skin and made me feel happy. I put my hand over my face to create a shadow across my eyes so I could actually see again. I say up and looked down. I was laying in a soft bed with a thin white sheet covering me. I then glanced at my wrist. There were no ropes but deep scars where they had been. I quickly pulled off the sheet as well. My heels were gone and I had rope scars on my ankles as well. I turned to look out the window. It was the middle of the day, based on how high the sun was. There was a sandy beach and a small town that I could see from out the window. I tried to push open the window but then realised there was a lock that had somehow blocked me from opening the window. I sighed and got out of the bed. The room was a pure white colour with light brown wood flooring. There was a tiny bathroom connected to the bedroom and a big closet besides the door. I had a sudden feeling of nostalgia as I looked around the room. But I wasn't sure why. I got curious and opened up the closet. There were some outfits that were hanging up in the closet. I smiled a little and quickly changed into a plain white tee and some shorts. I didn't know where the clothes came from but it felt good to be out of the uncomfortable black dress and heels. I took the ponytail out of my hair and looked at myself in the mirror that was in the bathroom. I wasn't looking so hot. I had makeup smeared everywhere on my face and my hair was tangled into knots. I took a washcloth from under the sink and washed off my face. I had some acne thanks to the makeup that I had on for several days. I also brushed out my hair with the brush that was laying on the sink. I was tempted to take a shower too but I thought it was time to explore the house and make sure Thomas was here. I slowly opened up the bedroom door. The door made a loud creeping sound. I walked down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible. But I wasn't that quiet because the floorboards were very creaky like the door. On the hallway walls were old pictures of me on the beach when I was a kid. I laughed at some of the pictures and then saw one were I was standing in the bedroom I just came out of. I suddenly realized I was at my Flordia house that my family used to live at until my mom decided to move away. Which made me wonder if maybe my dad was here. I walked out of the hallway and into the living room. I was quickly disappointed at the sight of Thomas sitting on the couch instead of my dad. Thomas was wearing a black turtleneck, black dress pants, and had fake glasses on. He was also reading a newspaper. He kind of looked like Steve Jobs. I took a step closer to him and the floor creaked again. Thomas looked up from his reading to see me. He grinned happily and stood up. He took off his fake glasses and gave me a tight hug. "Do you love the surprise!?" He asked loudly. I chuckled a little and pushed him away a bit. "Ya, it's great." I glanced around the living room. He grabbed my hands and pulled me into the couch. We sat down together and Thomas gave me a huge smile. "I can't believe we finally made it here! I thought it would take forever. But it was worth it to be here again," he nodded his head approvingly. I smiled back awkwardly. I pulled my hands out of his grip. He apologized quickly for holding my hands. "I know I've been quite... Abrasive with you. And I apologize for that! I just had a lot going on and-" I put my finger to his lips to shut him up. "I get it," I laughed slightly. Thomas smiled and pulled my hand away from his mouth. It was really weird being normal with Thomas again. But I was determined to believe that he was just mentally unhealthy and that I could fix him. I would learn later that is not true. Thomas and I sat on that couch for a few hours just talking like we used too at school. I could tell he was immensely happy because he had his grin that was permanently stuck on his face. We talked mainly of my memories of the house. Like, the time that I had spent hours building the perfect sandcastle. My parents and I had been outside for a while now. The sun was setting which made the sky a beautiful purple and dark blue color. I was about seven years old and I was covered with sand. I distinctly remember having sand in my mouth that I was accidentally eating while I was building my castle. My parents were both sitting in chairs and soaking in the almost gone sun. My castle was almost done. I had made a large door and small windows around it. The castle was half my size and I was just adding the details to it. When a seagull came out of nowhere. It landed on top of my castle which caused it to crumble. I was devastated. I screamed and started swatted at the bird. It also started screaming and swatting at me with its loud pitch cawing and wings. That bird and I had a long and vicious fight. I punched it in the face and it slapped sand in my face with its wings. This went on for a while until my dad had snapped out his sun daze. He quickly came to my rescue like a knight. He shooed away the bird and we laughed about the bird fight for years. Until my mom pulled me away from my dad when I turned sixteen. Anyway, Thomas seemed obsessed with my memories. Especially, of the beach and my old house. And all through that time, I had not thought of Walker once. Which is horrible of me but I was entranced by my thoughts of the house and thinking of my dad. I even forgot several times that I was still kidnapped by a murderer. After about an hour and a half, my stomach growled loudly like a tiger. I wrapped my arms around my waist and groaned. I had also forgotten how I hadn't eaten in several days due to my own stubbornness. Thomas looked at me worriedly and then stood up. He put back on his fake glasses and patted my shoulder. "Just sit here for one minute," he mumbled. He then quickly walked into the kitchen. I did what he said and sat on the couch with a pained expression. He came back as quickly as he had left. He was carrying a fancy silver tray that was full of many foods. Like a plate of chicken, mac and cheese, all kinds of fruits and vegetables, ham, and fries. He laid down the tray on the coffee table that was in front of me. He smiled, still showing worry on his face, and handed me some silverware. "Now that we're not trapped in that car anymore, I can actually give you good food instead of gas station shit." I noticed Thomas was missing his glasses again. The palm of his hand was also red. Like he had hit his hand against something really hard. I laughed at what he said and then quickly ate up all the food. Thomas had sat back down beside me. He didn't say anything, he just stared at me eating until I was done. Which made me really embarrassed so I tried to eat as fancy and proper as I possibly could. I'm sure my face was red with embarrassment as well. After I had finished eating, the sun was going down. Thomas had turned on the tv after getting tired of just watching me. The tv was on a local Flordia news station. I pushed away the tray and settled back into my seat. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and laid on the back of it. Thomas scooted closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I actually laid my head on him and watched the tv in complete comfort. I wasn't very interested in the news. Even though it was about a Disneyland worker fighting a visitor because the visitor was offended that the worker had pointed with one finger instead of two. The worker then pointed with one finger at the visitor, the middle finger. They then proceeded to fight. While that was on the tv, I thought about the trip here. We started out in Colorado and ended up in Florida. Which must have taken a few days to drive to. It had felt like I had been in that car for months but clearly, I was wrong. I suddenly snapped out of my thought when I heard my name mentioned. I looked up at the tv. There was a news reporter standing in front of a gas station that was flooded with police cars. She had a very serious expression that was mixed with sadness. "Just last night, three teens came into this gas station and killed two workers. One was only seventeen." the women shook her head. One the screen was pictures of the two guys who Thomas had killed. The women went on. "The entire scene was caught on camera. We can't show this footage because it is too disturbing. But thanks to the video, the killers have been identified. The three killers were teens that had disappeared a few days ago from their homes in Colorado." the were then pictures of all of us. Along with it was our names. Walker Manson, Thomas Cane, and (Name) (Last Name). I cringed every time the reporter referred to me as a killer. I wasn't a murderer, I was just a victim that didn't want any of this. "The police have started a mass search for these teens. If you have any information, please, call the police." the women gestured to the police behind her. Thomas glanced back at me. He frowned and then turned off the tv. The room was almost completely black now without the bright light from the screen. "Fake news," Thomas tried to make a joke. He laughed awkwardly. I pushed myself away from him. "Hey hey hey, it's okay! It's going to fine. I swear. That whole... thing was just a speed bump," he pointed at the tv and grabbed my shoulder. When he saw I wasn't happy again he sighed. He shook his head and then took my hand in his. "I am really sorry about that. It was a total mistake. I didn't want it to happen but you heard what they said! H-How could I let him say that. It... I..." his eyes started to water. He looked down and I felt a tear land on my hand. I immediately felt empathy and gasped quietly. I felt bad of course. My old friend was crying in front of me and it was my fault. I hugged him and he placed his forehead on my shoulder. He cried for a minute or two. I realized in the future that he wasn't really sad and depressed like he wanted me to believe. He was just trying to get sympathy and make me like him again. Once he was done crying he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry... A-Are you ready to go to bed?" he asked, taking his head off of me. I nodded and we both stood up. Thomas held my hand and lead me to the same room that I had woken up in. I laid down on the bed and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. He then left the room and closed the door behind him. I feel asleep quickly and dreamed about the beach.

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Sorry, once again, for taking forever to write this. I was actually just going to stop writing. Like this and my other story. But I don't. I randomly decided to reread the story and I felt like I had to keep writing because in this rewrite I have a lot more twist and better endings so ya... btw I am aware this is a shitty chapter but this a filler chapter so ya..

Okay... please comment cause I like reading comments. Bye...

Also, I don't know if it is in any of the chapters, but sometimes the words will be in the british spelling of a word and other times it'll be in the american version of it. And that is because, for some reason, my phone keyboard is set on like a british keyboard and I don't know why...