My Special Little Friend Forever (Jason The Toymaker x Reader) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 16

My legs are so tired from all of that running and sneaking around. They ache from the stress they've been put under. Now, though.... Now, they can rest. The soft, cool feel of familiar blankets surrounds me. The cushy pillow feels so nice against my aching head. At first, I don't even notice that my eyes are closed. Wait.... Where even am I?

"...(Y/N)..." A wispy voice whispers in my ear, I try to lurch my hand up at the sudden, and frankly creepy, action. But then I realize that my arm isn't moving, at all.

"(Y/N)..." The voice breathes in my ear again, a little more urgent. I feel the panic rise up in me, suddenly feeling helpless. I will myself to open my eyes but my body won't obey my commands. I feel the air in my lungs get heavier.

Suddenly, I can see what's going on around me. In fact, I can see everything around me, from corner to each and every corner of the room. Unfortunately, the fact that I can see does not calm me down, in fact, it's probably making me even more afraid. 
Because I see someone in the room with me.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening. This isn't real. This can't be real.

Yet I see her right in front of me, the mere sight of her terrifies and comforts me, but mostly terrifies me. I try to call out to her, to say something. My mouth decided to take my arm's side and refused to move. But-

"(Y/N)," The owner of the voice sits in a wicker chair, facing me. She's still wearing the clothes she was killed in, soaked in red and ruined to shreds. Her skin, pale as if every drop of blood was drained from her and smeared on her. Her hair is still dripping with blood that hasn't clotted up yet. She reaches out her hand and takes mine, her skin is icy cold but soft.

"Listen, (Y/N), you must escape. Don't let him keep you here. Don't fall for his lies and traps, he doesn't care about you. He doesn't value human life. Leave, now!" Her papery thin voice suddenly turns strong and urgent. Her soft, chocolate eyes turning serious. Her grip on my hand grows tighter with each word, scaring me.

This isn't Mom. This isn't her. You aren't Mom.

"Now!"

I suck in a sharp breath and open my eyes. I immediately sit up, the image of Mom's bloodstained face yelling and glaring at me haunts me for a few minutes. I clutch my knees to my chest and take long, deep breaths. I think about what she said to me. 'Don't let him keep you here.' I would've scoffed if I wasn't so disoriented. Let him keep me here? Hello? I don't want to be here! I want to go home!

Then I realize something that I didn't think of earlier, something I probably should've thought of sooner. What home is there to go back to? This guy killed my mom, probably my dad, Paige too? I get worried over questions circling around my head. Who else did this guy kill? Everyone I've ever known? Loved? Do I even exist anymore?

...

If this man murdered everyone I've ever associated with, then in the world's eyes I don't even exist. I'm not missed, or loved, or even remembered. I let that sink in for a while with my hands holding each other, keeping my knees to my chest as I look at nothing.

I don't exist.