You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 4

I nervously fiddle with my thumbs, keeping my gaze on the floor as I let out a shaky breath. I was currently in the police station along with Emma. They took us in for some questioning, mainly about what had happened at the party and how the murderer looked like. I was shaking the entire time through all of the questions. They discarded me after I told them everything I knew and sent me out. Just like that, they send me back. No therapy for the trauma I just went through, no nothing. Just send a defenseless, shaken up girl back home. I was already outside of the police station with Emma. We were both shaking from the unforgiving cold and the shock we went through. She walked to her car, opening up her door before sitting in the drivers seat. I entered the car myself, taking a seat next to her, in the passenger seat. For a couple of minutes, we just sat there. Silent. Emma's body was still shaking. She suddenly burst into sobs, startling me. "I'm so sorry," she cried out, burying her face in her hands to muffle out her crying. I sat beside her just looking at her, unsure of what to say. Her shoulders shook with each sob. "I shouldn't have brought you to that stupid party." she wailed. Did she think this was her fault? "Emma," I said, placing my hand on her back, "It's not your fault."

I was trying my best not to cry from the events that had happened. It still felt like this was just a bad nightmare. But I had to accept that this is in fact reality. Nathan's dead, and his life was taken by some merciless bastard. Emma shook her head violently, lifting her head up from her hands to reveal her bright red cheeks and puffy eyes. "If we didn't go to that party then Nathan wouldn't be dead, a-and-! God!" She sobbed, resting her forehead onto the wheel. This was obviously not her fault. She couldn't possibly know anything about a killer suddenly entering the party. None of us could know. Unless... I held my breath as I grabbed my purse, grabbing my cracked phone out of it. The message. I should've shown it to the police. Maybe they would be able to track that unknown number. Could that number even be linked to the murderer? I tried to turn on my phone, but there was no sign of life. It was cracked, completely broken. If only Nathan didn't smash it against the wall. This could be the only evidence to be able to track the murderer. All of my attempts of rapidly pressing the on button were futile. Just utterly pointless. With an angered huff of frustration I stuff my phone back into my purse. Dammit. Emma was in the process of calming herself down, rubbing the tears away from her eyes. Even if I tried so hard not to cry, a tear still slipped from the corner of my eye, making me wipe it away. "I'm sorry, (Y/n). We-... Let's go home." Emma breathed out shakily, sniffling a bit before starting up her car.

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I decided to go back to my own apartment. I needed a bit of time to myself. Emma dropped me off in front of my door. She didn't even dare to look into my eyes to say goodbye before driving off. I let out sigh before opening the door to my complex. I took the elevator up as usual, dragging myself to my door. It's been a while since I've been back in my little apartment. I unlocked the door with my keys and stepped into my humble abode, shutting the door behind me with a sigh. It all felt more empty and colder than usual. Swallowing the lump in my throat I flicked on the lights by the light switch, illuminating the entire apartment. Everything was still as it was. The first thing I do is head into my room. My bed was still all messy from the sleepless night I had when I found out Nathan had cheated. I sit on the edge of my bed and take off my heels. I manage to unzip the overly tight dress Emma lent me and placed it over my bed frame. I'd return her stuff later on. Grabbing my pajamas from my drawer, I quickly slip it on. I really needed a good night's rest. Would I even be able to sleep after all that? I get into bed, burying myself under the covers. I didn't feel like doing anything. I just wanted to drift off and wake up, realizing that this might have just been a bad dream. A nightmare.

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Next morning I woke up around, what, 7 AM or so? I barely slept. I really didn't feel like getting out of bed after all that had happened. I just wanted to stay here and do nothing all day. Maybe I should call Emma and ask if she's doing alright... I was about to turn over to my side and grab my phone off the nightstand, only to realize that my phone was still broken and dead. I really need to fix that as soon as possible. I don't even have a house phone so my only way to contact someone would be through my actual phone. Sitting straight up, I rub the sleep off my face with both my hands before releasing a yawn. Stretching out my stiff limbs, I step out of bed. I could go to Emma's voice, but I'm not the type of person to pop up somewhere uninvited. Guess I have no other choice other than waste money to fix my phone. How much did a fix cost again? Almost $60 or $70 or so, right? Man. Do I even have enough money to fix my phone? Probably. Well, the sooner I leave, the sooner I'm done.