Not Many Can Survive (Yandere!Jeff The Killer x Reader)

Prologue

"I dreamt I was in the hospital again, Sarah," I spoke with a long sigh following soon after.

"Well- who could blame ya? You were emitted into the hospital three times last month," Sarah responded quickly, without thinking much of her response.

It's true, what can I say? That I was emitted into the hospital three times, all from suicide attempts? You see, I know Sarah, she doesn't know much about what's been going on inside my world. Then again, no-one truly does, I don't tell people much.
Call me reserved, whatever makes you sleep at night.

"Yeah, I know... " I trailed off, breaking my eye contact, with my naive younger sister.

"Mother says it's because you don't feel well, mentally. That true?" Sarah asked, just as she leaned forward slightly. I could feel her warm breath hitting the side of my jaw.

It took me a bit to answer her question, in all honesty, I wasn't going to tell her anything. She isn't good at comforting, not do I want to feel pity.
As much as I hate her, I can't say I blame her for anything. Sure she's annoying, extremely childish, but I can't blame her. We were raised with different dads, her dad was more chill, laid back. He didn't care if we snuck out, or went out with friends. As long as we were safe. My dad, he was strict, even before he went into the Navy... My mum, acts as if she doesn't even miss him. She got rid of everything that he owned, shared even. Well, expect for me, she kept me..
I plop down onto the couch, as I take a swig of the vodka flavoured tea; which didn't taste all that bad. I sighed before looking up at her with my brown eyes, "Define 'not OK, mentally'. It all depends on your definition," I shrugged.

"Y'know, sad all the time," She replied.

I nearly spat out the rest of the drink, that was rested snugly in my mouth. Surely she knows the difference, between being sad all the time, and what depression is. I've explained this to her, at least fifty times, she never gets the memo, does she?
I shake my head, my pitch black hair, swaying with my head movements.
Sad all the time, that's a way to put it, alright, I thought to myself as I looked at her.

"I'm not sad, I'm fine. Actually, Sarah, it's been nice- but I think you should go back home, go take care of Ma," I shooed her off as I took, yet another, slice of Hawaiian pizza. This would make this slice my sixth slice of pizza.
I wasn't fat or anything, I just had a huge appetite. Hell, I could eat an entire batch of brownies, maybe even two. Even then, I would still have my slim appearance.

"OK, just... Take care of yourself, Alright?" She sighed as she walked out of my apartment.

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A/N: Hey this is Rose, I apologize for my absence from here. I needed a break, and plus, I was going through some things (all better now Tho!) I hope you enjoy this prologue, sorry for the short chapter!