Time seemed to stand still as I took in the scene in front of me. A murder is literally talking to me like he didn't kill like 15 people. I stared at him for a moment before looking at Devi who was now standing in front of me and the table, as if to protect me. I climbed over the table and stood next to her, "So let me get this straight, You two-" Devi cut me off, grabbing my wrist in the process. "You don't just get to waltz in here, acting like everything is fucking fine. I told you to stay the fuck away from me and now you're getting my friends involved? Not fucking likely."Devi started dragging me towards the door, which was now blocked by a small pile of bodies. She let go of me and started to move them away from the door, muttering profanities under her breath. I turned back to Johnny, who at this point was looking at me with a blank expression in his face. "Yeah, I still have no fucking clue on what's going on. How the fuck do you know me again?" I question him, although it was obvious that I was terrified as I said it a bit quickly.
Johnny grinned even bigger than it was previously, taking a step towards me. I took a step back, almost bumping into Devi who was dragging a rather....heavy man. "Well, you see." He started, "Until I'd met dear Devi over here you were nothing but one of the problems with the world, a figment of a human being like everybody else." Way to flatter a girl. "But I don't know, Something about the way she talked about you was interesting to me I guess, so I figured I should investigate." He looked like he was about to say more, but I was suddenly grabbed again by Devi and we exited the café.
🖤Time Skip🖤
The drive home was silent. Devi and I had parted ways as soon as we had got to her apartment. She kept apologising for the murders because she went out with the guy, but I could tell that it wasn't that she was apologising for.
I entered my home and immediately slumped onto the sofa, feeling mentally exhausted. My body started to tremble as I hugged my knees, and soon enough I was loudly sobbing. This was all too much, I didn't understand. Now a homicidal maniac knew who I was, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was the same guy who asked for my at the gallery. Life is just great, isn't it?
After god knows how long, I had stopped sobbing and had managed to stop shaking. It was at this point where I realised that I've not had anything to eat. I stumbled onto my feet, making my way into the kitchen. I took some frozen F/F out of the freezer and chucked it into the microwave. I'm not going to be productive for a while after today, this is just too much. After the food was ready, I sat back into the sofa and clicked on the TV which just so happened to be on the news. Just guess what it was reporting!" Almost immediately I switched the channel onto something a little less...traumatising.
I finished the F/F, quickly putting the plate in the sink before I headed into the bathroom. I glanced at my self in the mirror, sighing as I saw the reflection that looked back at me. My H/L, H/C hair was now tangled and small flakes of dried blood could be seen in it. My E/C eyes were puffy and bloodshot and my skin looked greyer than it usually does. I looked like hell, and not in the good sense.
After I had had a shower and dried my hair and everything, I slipped on a large hoodie and pyjama pants. This time of year here is freezing to its better to bundle up. Before retiring to bed I checked that all of the windows and doors were locked, and thankfully they were. I climbed into bed, And it took me a while to persuade myself into sleeping, but I did eventually.
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Until the window was shattered, Instantly waking me up, but I didn't dare to move. I shut my eyes tighter than they were already, hoping that it was just a figment of my imagination but I knew that it wasn't. I heard some shuffling and eventually a voice. "Knock Knock, Y/N. I know you're awake." The voice teased. It was, you guessed it, Johnny. He walked over to me, his thin figure towering over me. Without thinking, I sucked it up and opened my eyes . Although it was dark, I could see that he was obviously covered in blood. It wasn't the blood from earlier, This was still wet."Sorry about the window, I couldn't just let you leave like that."
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Aberration (JTHM x Reader)
HorrorHow do people cope when they are thrusted into a situation that they don't want to be in. Do they adapt to their surroundings or do they simply suffer?