This story kinda takes place in the "bloody painter origin story." So yeeee(this is the origin story the story will take place in for sum time(video above)) (also this story contains gore and some foul language)
I sat next to this quiet boy he had beautiful jet black hair and his eyes were as blue as the clear sea and his name was Helen, Helen Fredrick Otis. Often I would watch Helen draw I would admire how the sun reflected of the glass window and on to his blue eyes making them look like sparkling sea water. I would admire how his hair would fall ever so slightly-
"Ms.(l/n) (last name)!" Mr.Bolder yelled as he smacked his desk with the palm of his hand creating a loud bang sound to echo throughout the classroom. Mr.Bolder had grey hair and thiccc glasses that seem to reflect light from his brown eyes. "Can you tell me how atoms and elements relate?" Mr.Bolder asked as he pushed his black, glasses back slightly.
"Uhhh." I scratched the back of my head slightly looking around the classroom for some evidence.
"Each element is defined by its number of protons. If the number of electrons changes within an element, then an ion of that element is created. If the number of neutrons changes within an element, then an isotope is formed." (Yes I copied and paste from google fight me jk plz don't I be sad >~<)
Helen whispered loud enough for me to hear. My heart skipped a beat from hearing Helen soft voice. His word repeated in my head over and over into i heard the the snap of Mr.Bolders fingers."Hurry up (y/n) we don't have all day it's almost free time." Mr.Bolder Snapped his fingers some more I repeated every word Helen said due to the fact that what he said repeated in my head so i could always "hear" his soft voice in my lovely head.
"Not bad (y/n)." Mr.Bolders smiled as he looked up at clock above his head. "And it looks like it's free time." A loud bell went off letting the students know they are now allowed to do what There heart please as long as it's allowed at school.
In the middle of the hall way a kid named Tom was getting beat up once again by some bullies. I obviously felt bad for the kid but I couldn't help the kid my full attention went to Helen. I watched everything he did every movement every time he erased something in the pictures he always draws. Every time he outlines his picture, every time he takes a deep breath and erases something again, ever time he blinked his eyes and looked out the window, every-
"Where's my watch? Judy says as she looks through her bag frantically. I watched Judy and some other kids as they looked for this watch. Eventually someone pointed at Helen bag to see the watch was sticking out of a pocket.
Helen looked up from his drawing, his pale adorable hands stop moving around the paper."Why would you steal my watch you thief!" Judy screamed as she snatched the watch out of his bag.
"I didn't steal your watch," Helen sounded like he didn't care that he was accused of stealing.
"Shut it!" Some random guy in the class yelled. "You thief!" Another kid screamed.
My blood boiled as I listen to teenagers screaming at my adorable innocent Helen. I stood up as the back of my legs shot my chair back and slammed my hands against the grey desk I sat at.
"Helen did not steal your stupid watch!" I shouted as I glared at Judy hoping she could see that my eyes were telling her that I would literally stump her head in if she said something else about my lov-crush.
"How do you know?" Judy voice snapped as she walked closer to Me. I started shaking but that wasn't going to stop me from protecting Helen.
"Because-" I stoped talking and looked over at Helen his blues eyes meet with mine. "Because I was-" my voice quivered as I looked back at Judy. Judy arms were crossed as she looked me up in down.
"Because what?" Judy voice sounded sharp her words felt sharp they sliced my pride in half.
"Because I've been watching him all day and he didn't go anywhere near your bag!" I shouted. Judy expression changed from annoyed to angry.
"Yeah right, you just have the hots for him you stalker." Judy words stabbed my heart I wished Helen didn't hear what she said but I know he did.
I looked over at Helen only to see the back of his head. I looked at his black beautiful hair for a moment into the teacher walked into the classroom.
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Bloody Obsession (Bloody painter x reader)
FanfictionYou had a crush or should I say obsession on this boy. The boys name was Helen and you loved everything about it him. From his eyes to his voice to even the way he blinked. You would admire him from afar into something happened in school causing him...