You live in a house with your abusive father and your only friend, your cat. You've never been happy. Your mother left when you were 7. A masked figure soon makes you forget it all.
WARNING: Self harm, anxiety, depressive disorder, suicide attemp...
I've gotten so used to being mistreated and now I'm in a mansion with a murderer.. but I feel... better? This is all so new and so far I've learned how to control my invisibility and my cutting. The last time I had cut was 4 months ago. Today, I'm supposed to get my own personalized weapon. I think I might go for a hatchet or maybe... a mace? I don't know... I don't think about these things.
(TimE SKiP By YOuR mOM LmAO)
EJ's pov
I take (Y/N) to the weapon room. There are bows, bombs, blades, and a bunch of other things. She walks around for a while and I try to hurry her up "Ok so...should I go between a hatchet...or...a knife... or maybe like a chained mace?" she whispers to herself while placing her soft hand onto her hip. "Whatever...just pick one before I pick one for you." I growl. "Fine, fine... I think I like the chained mace." she says as she picks up the heavy weapon.
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I watch her hit the ground. I snicker. She clumsily picks herself up and gives it a swing. The ball grazes my face. I look at her in shock. "Hit me in the face why don'tchya!?" I teased. She blushed in embarrassment. "Stop!!! I'm just getting used to it! Why do I need it anyway?" She squeaked. I frowned. I know she isn't going to like this for a fact. "Well Slendy won't keep you here if you don't...well um... kill people. It's just apart of living here. There are people in this world that just don't need to be. You get to get rid of people like your father. It isn't as bad as you think hun." Hun...Did I just call her hun...um ok. "Kill... people? Like my father? I don't kn-" "I'll be there for you no matter what.." I couldn't keep it in. "...Fine...but only bad people." She agreed. I grabbed her hand and rubbed it. She blushed a bright pink. I grabbed her face and kissed her sweet lips.
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(Y/N)'s pov
I swear roses popped out of the sky around us. I kissed his sour lips back and closed my eyes. He grabbed my thin arm and I winced but...moaned..? I guess I've always liked it when guys took control..well...not like my dad...but.. yeah. He lifted his face to make sure I was ok. My face was dripping with lust. I could feel the hearts in my eyes. Next thing I knew my shirt was off and well...thats it.. "Stop" I choked up. I didn't know what to do. I ran to Jack's room and dug up my stuff. I hope he brought it. Oh thank god. Weed has always calmed me when I get stressed or scared. I brought out my bong covered in band stickers and lit it up.
Jack's pov
I hear bubbling in my room. I walk up to it and slide the door open. I see (Y/N)... with a bong? That's new... um.. ok then. next thing I knew Jeff was running down the hall. "I HEAR THE WEED" he screams. He rushes into the room and (Y/N) just straight up hands him the bong. I just watch them while they talk about random stuff. I slip the door closed.
I should leave her alone.
Ok...Um so sorry for not being alive for a whole frickin' year or something. I got really depressed...ended up in a mental hospital and crap just hit the fan so anyways...i'm back to uploading (still not on a schedule tho)
