It's all your fault (Masky x reader)

Chapter 22: ready, set, go.

A/n I feel sick again :)

I had my graduation Monday (25) and I looked terrible. It was also terrible and I didn't win any awards even thou I should have gotten one.

Part 1 and two of the last chapter are coming soon but I can't post them on the same week. So for two weeks it will be a post a week.

I also made some nice MH edits that'll I'll post on my insta soon.

I'm playing the Harry Potter app and it's making me laugh so hard at some of the ppls faces. Like Bill's in 3d year and snape's in 2d year. Would recommend playing it

IM DYEING MY HAIR ON THURSDAY AHH IM SO EXCITED

I think 3 or 4 more chapters to go till this book ends :)

Song: Twisted by Missio (ahhhh this song is so good)
Published: June 27  2:02 2018
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//•(Y/n)s POV•\\

'Game face.
Ready, set, go.
Just another race.
Get ready, 'cause I'm set.
If I had bootstraps I'd be pickin' myself up.
Lying in the dirt can only last so long.
We all have dreams, but fear reaching out.
But now I'm running, breakneck pace.
Like a bat out of hell, this fire rages.
Motivation my friend, how long it has been.
Shake hands like time hasn't passed.
Ready, set, go.
Things to do, people to see.
Greatness and such to achieve.' -by me

Ready, set, go.
I can't believe I'm leaving this damn mansion and forest.
Maybe it'll also be the only chance I have to escape this place. Yes, I do like the people here because they are like my family now, but this is not how I want to live the rest of my life.
After my mission I will come up with a plan on how to leave this place.
But one thing is holding me back from doing so.
Tim.
Tim.
I don't want to leave him. I don't know why but it just hurts when I think about leaving him and never seeing him again.
I don't think I can do it because of him.
But I want to.
I have to.
I'm stuck in between leaving and staying.
I mean if I do try to escape they will probably track me down and either kill me or torture me.
But if I don't try then I'm going to be stuck in a endless loop of pain, torture and death.
Not physically but emotionally and spiritually.
I have to try.

Ready.

I looked out my window seeing the calming, green, endless forest.
I looked out of it for maybe the last time.
Maybe.

I turned around and looked at the black hockey bag that laid there.
'I should go now.'
I walked over to the bag and made sure I had everything I needed, before zipping it closed and throwing it over my shoulder.

I walked over to my door and opening it. I sighed and turned my head around to look at the plain room.
Then I remembered what had Tim told me yesterday.

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(Flashback)

We were both sitting on my bed in comfortable silence. No words were exchanged nor needed as we sat there.

He lay across the bed, staring up at the ceiling. While he occasionally took a puff out of his cigarette.
I was simply sitting cross legged while reading a book that was in my lap.

I could tell something was on his mind but I'm not sure what to say. And I'm not exactly sure if he even wants to talk about it.