When I wake the next morning, it's colder than usual. My window is open. Did I open it last night? Couldn't have, it's too cold in here at night anyways. I check my phone, it reads 6:38. Monday. Shit.
Hurriedly, I get dressed in a long black sweater, tights, thigh highs to cover my knees, and black boots tied around my ankles. I grab my phone, keys, and backpack and head downstairs.
I sip my very necessary coffee on the way out the door. It warms my otherwise cold heart and breathes life into me. I walk past the bus stop. We can't afford transportation in this neighborhood or school district. So, I walk everyday.
I stop at the woods. It's the shortcut, but I've never taken it. There's a first time for everything. I trudge ahead.
I put in my headphones and blare my music. If there were a name for the frequency I put my music on, it would be called "melt".
♫ Talk candy in my ear, come on, come on. I want your toxic, talk sick, baby. I know those gospel lips can change me♫
It's somehow colder in the woods than outside of it. Should've brought a coat.
♫ Look to the right of me, okay? We've got exhibit 'A', she, she ain't okay today. And to the left, the left of me, we've exhibit 'B'. Oh, she's a mess to say the least, she's got her daddy's money, money, money. Honey, I think you should run...run♫
A loud crack erupts from the trees, making me jump. I look in every direction. Nothing. I walk faster and faster until I get to school.
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"Well, Miss Dent, you're quite late, aren't you?" My gym teacher patronizes me. I fake smile.
"I've had the flu for the past few days, forgive me." I say in my fakest soprano. She stares heavily at me before the shrill sound of her whistle broke the silence.
"3 laps, no walking!" She yells at the crowd of kids. I look out in the hallway. There, talking to a counselor is Michael, the sole survivor of the killing yesterday. He looks hollow, like a pumpkin that's been carved out weeks ago, caving in. I don't change out to run. They make us wear tank tops and track shorts and I don't want anyone to see my arms. I start running the laps.
"Look, 'Miss Emo' showed up to school today, looking as chic as ever," Erika laughs in a squeaky voice. She's all alone today.
"Where are your minions, Erika? Throwing up their breakfast, I suppose?" I smile. Her face twists up and she runs ahead of me, hitting my shoulder with hers hard . I shake it off and keep running until I reach a pair of girls, the "hippies", who're walking.
"-yeah, I heard people are locking their windows to stay safe from 'Jeff the Killer'" Green tank top says. Pink tank nods. I slow down to their pace, staying two steps behind them.
"Poor Mike, he's too cute to go through this,"
I speed back up. The gym teacher whistles when it's time to go.
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I don't see Erika again but I meet Miles at lunch. He smiles like nothing happened yesterday. "You gonna eat?" What a stupid question. I answer anyways.
"No, I already ate," My eyes wander to his food. Gross. Suddenly, I feel sick. "I gotta go!" I blurt before making a beeline to the bathroom.
God. I'm just like Erika's goons. I'm puking in the girls' bathroom, shaking horribly, and crying. Fuck, what's with all this crying? I wipe my mouth and flush the nasty bile. When I stand I can hardly hold myself up. I lean against the stall wall and ignore the waves of nausea rippling through me. I need to eat something, but if I do, that makes me weak. I settle for an apple from the cafeteria.
On the way out the school doors, Miles proposes an offer.
"Can I walk you home?" I shake my head.
"No, thanks." I walk faster, towards the woods. I'm always running from something, I just never thought it would be from my best friend.
On the way home, I put my headphones in again. I decide to take the shortcut again, but this time around, I sing my heart out.
"Stay for tonight, if you want to, I can show you what my dreams are made of as I'm dreaming of your face. I've been away for a long time, such a long time, and I miss you there. I can't imagine being anywhere else, I can't imagine being anywhere else but here"
The further I go, the darker it gets, The deeper, the danker.
The next moment plays in slow motion. I watch my feet falter, not being able to do anything about it. Then, I'm on the ground. My head hits two rocks, my bony shoulder hitting a root, and my bottom rib hitting the ground, hard. My vision fills with black, but I can still hear a light chuckle above me, in the trees. The sound disappears and manifests next to me.
"Now that was amusing" a gravelly but tenor voice says.
I open my eyes, a disfigured man stands over me. My vision is blurred, so I can only make out black and white smudges.
"It'll be even more amusing when I slit your throat"
My music plays in my ear.
♫It goes to show, I hope that you know that you are what my dreams are made of♫
My vision doesn't clear, no matter how much I blink. The figure pulls something out of his pocket. I try to get up, to run, anything, my hair falling out of my face in the process. The figure stills, dropping the object.
Quietly, the figure speaks again. "Annabelle?" He sounds angry. "Dammit!" I crawl along the forest floor. When I look up, a foot is coming down on my head.
♫They say that love is forever, you're forever is all that I need, please stay as long as you need♫
AN: Thanks so much for reading my story! I'll update as long as possible, whether that be twice a day or twice a week.♥
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Destroy Yourself (Jeff the Killer x OC)
FanfictionAnnabelle Dent, 15, spent years hiding from her parents. Hiding from everybody, really. They all called her a "witch", "crazy", anything to make her feel different. She self-harms to numb her pain. Her only friend is moving away, and as for mom and...
