Killer || JJK✔️

- NINETEEN -

"N-No," I stuttered, "I won't let you do this."

"Micha," S stated, getting frantic, "You don't understand. I've been waiting for this. I don't think you understand how big of an obsession I have..."

"Then help me understand." I argued, "How important is this?"

"I-I've always been this way, it's just a part of my life." S explained. His voice was shaky, he was getting desperate. "It's an obsession. And once RM said I could do whatever I wanted... I-I got the idea in my head, and then-and then-"

"And then what?"

"Once I got the idea in my head, that's all I could think about. I told you it was an obsession... And I can't go much longer without doing this, it's driving me insane."

I scowled with disgust, "You're sick."

"I know." S stated with a sigh, "But I need to do this. You don't understand. Let me do this while I still can somewhat control myself. If I lose control... Then it'll be a bad situation for the both of us."

I hesitated to reply. "W-What do you mean for the both of us?"

"If I lose control, you'll probably die. And I'll get in big trouble with RM." S stated, and my eyes widened.

I froze right then and there. What if he was right? If I kept him waiting, then what if he almost couldn't control himself? I didn't want him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me, but if I let him do it sooner rather than later... I have a greater chance of coming out of this in one piece.

That one second of hesitation was all he needed. S lunged at me, and I didn't have time to move out of the way before he grabbed tightly onto my left wrist.

"W-What are you-"

"Stop. It'll be better if you let me do this sooner rather than later," S ordered, and I stayed silent.

I tugged on my arm, trying to free myself, but S' grip was so tight his knuckles were turning white, and his nails dug into my skin. This wasn't about to happen. I would free myself, I would get out of this room. He wouldn't be able to hurt me. Not today.

"Micha, if you listen to a single thing I tell you today... Just don't move. It'll hurt less." S stated, looking into my eyes.

The squirming and tugging stopped. He was right. I couldn't stop this.

S smiled. "Good girl." I shuddered at those two words.

He lifted up the knife slowly, and I started to tremble. His hand relaxed a bit, letting the tension go, and then carefully slid closer to my hand so he had a better view of my arm. Wait... I wouldn't die here, right? I was at least slightly relieved that his hand was covering up my wrist, so I knew it wouldn't be directly on top of the tendons and veins there. And if I remembered correctly, it took a while to actually bleed out and die from just one cut on your wrist, right?

Unless he wouldn't just stop at my arm. Then I would be in trouble. I tried to slow my breathing as I watched him bring the knife closer and closer to my arm, but the opposite was happening. My heart was racing, and adrenaline started rushing through me.

Micha, it'll be fine... I thought, trying to force the thoughts into my mind, but it wasn't working.

S stopped, and glanced up at me. "Look away." He ordered, and went back to his current task.

I turned my head away without hesitation. There was no way I was watching this.

I couldn't stop trembling, and suddenly I felt the cool, metal edge of the knife reach my skin. I sighed with relief, it wasn't that bad. It wasn't like he was shoving it into my skin, it was just a gentle touch. Just enough to draw blood. Then, the sharp edge sliced through my skin, and it started to sting. A lot. I was wrong about this whole thing... I clenched my eyes shut, with hopes that it would end sooner rather than later.

The knife started to shakily push harder into my skin, and it seemed as if S was trying to hold back or something. The stinging sensation increased, and I winced.

I cursed under my breath once more in pain.

"I'm almost done." S stated.

The warm blood flowed from the open wound, and I felt it flow down my arm and drip off onto the floor. How was I staying calm through all of this?

"Stop shaking," S ordered, and I gulped.

"I-I can't..." I mumbled, stumbling over my words. I was calmer than I expected, but I wasn't doing this willingly. I just wanted this to be over, I wanted to get out of here and find my friends, I just wanted to go home-

He didn't reply, and kept his focus on my arm. If I made him lose his focus, this might be worse for me.

Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes felt like hours, dragging on as the stinging pain on my arm only increased. The sweet, metallic stench that was faintly in the room earlier became much more potent.

"Done."

My eyes opened, and I couldn't turn to look at my own arm. I hadn't even noticed the metal edge leaving my skin.

S let go of my arm, and backed away from me. I clutched my arm with my opposite hand, and it felt wet and sticky with blood. I was still trembling, and the wound still stung badly.

"Uh... Maybe you should go find J." S stated, and I lifted my hand off of the wound before looking down.

I felt the blood (ironically) drain from my face. The wound was covered in the red substance, I could barely tell how big the wound actually was. The blood flowed out and dripped down my arm, onto the floor.

I felt sick to my stomach, and started shaking even more. There was too much blood, the metallic smell filled the room and I lifted my hand up to plug my nose, but stopped myself. My opposite hand was covered in blood.

I let out a gasp, and started wiping my hand frantically on my sweatshirt. I needed to get it off of me. But it wouldn't come off, it just stained my hands with the red substance, making me even more desperate to get it off.

"Do you want me to-"

"NO!" I cried, jumping back and giving S a distasteful look. "I don't need your help."

S' eyes widened, and he just looked at me in shock. "I was just gonna ask if you wanted me to walk you to J's room." He offered, and I stayed silent. I didn't want to look him in the eyes.

S reached for my hand, and I flinched as I pulled it away.

"Don't touch me." I spat, and he nodded understandingly.

"Fine, no touching," S agreed carefully, and unlocked the door. I didn't realize how much I was still shaking until I exited the room and walked down the hallway. My legs felt weak, and I felt like I was going to pass out. It wasn't just the blood loss itself, I just don't like seeing this much blood. In small quantities, it's fine, like a small cut or something. But whenever I watched action movies, if there was a lot of blood, it just bothered me.

I couldn't get my breathing or heart beat to calm down, no matter how hard I tried to calm down. S probably thought I was insane, since I'm guessing he does things like this every day. But he's the crazy one, you don't just do that to someone! What was wrong with him? (Well, I knew the answer to that, but still. You get the point.)

J's room wasn't too far away, and S opened the door. J was sitting on the bed, and looked up as S pushed me inside.

"See you guys later," He said before closing the door. I turned back around to see J staring at me.

"Well shit," J commented, "You're pale as fuck. S really went all out, didn't he?"

I guess he did.