Sickly Sweet- Yandere!malesxreader

3 "Bad Omen"

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Her face contorted in pain. She held her finger, wiping the blood off. She winced, reaching for her bag. She pulled out a box of bandaids, applying one to the wounded finger.

"Are you okay?" I asked. The words flew out of my mouth without me thinking. She nodded her head. All the sudden a worried feeling rose in my chest.

"I'll be fine. It's just a paper cut, after all." She said, smiling brightly. A smile tugged at my lips as well. I barely knew this girl, but her smile was contagious. In the short time I'd known this girl, she had done nothing but annoy me. Until now, all I wanted was for this mediocre tour to be over.

Like an invasive species of vine, she grew on me in a very short period of time. She slapped her knees as she stood. Must be a midwestern thing... I thought to myself. In front of the library were a set of tvs that all displayed the news at a low volume.

The television cut to a courtroom setting, a young red haired male being held on trial. The news reporter began to explain why he was arrested and on trial. His name was Robin and he was being convicted of kidnapping, several counts of rape, and murder.

Once again, it cut to an interview. They asked the boy why he did it. His eyes looked deranged and he twitched slightly whenever anyone made a sudden move. Something horrible swirled in his blue eyes, making me shiver. He looked completely indifferent about where he was, like he was sure he would get out.

"Why? Why did you do it?"

"For love." The boy spoke in a low tone. He looked straight at the camera with a crooked smile. "Asher~ If you're watching, they're going to find you~" He spoke happily. This boy had obviously snapped.

His words made my blood freeze over. This dude is actually insane. I said internally. I tried to push away the part of me that understood why he did it. I looked over to Y/n, who looked even more horrified than I did.

"I knew the victim. She's dead now. Offed herself a few days before this trial."

The room fell into a horrible and unsettling silence. I tried telling myself what that boy had did was wrong, but if I was being truthful, I understood. He was just trying to protect the love of his life...

"Lets get on with the tour!" Y/n interrupted. We collected Xavier and left the library.
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We continued on with the tour. I showed them door after door, room after room. I still couldn't shake off the irrational feeling of dread I felt. What was happening was the exact opposite of her story.

I cleared my throat, finally settling into a desk. It was already 10th period. This day had kicked my ass without remorse. The aching in my shoulder had only gotten worse from lugging around a heavy bag. I rubbed my forehead with a groan. I could tell a migrain was coming on.

My homeroom teacher blabbered on about something I couldn't focus on. I couldn't stop thinking about my friend and what has become of her. She had always been there for me. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault.

"Y/n, are you feeling alright? You look tired." Thomas asked me. I nodded without looking up from my hands. Today had been so exhausting. I couldn't wait to go home and sleep.

"If you want, you can take a nap and I'll wake you up before the bell rings." He offered. His offer was tempting, but I had work to catch up on. After a moment of internal debate, I agreed. I laid my head down.
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Infront of me was the abandoned church I used to play in when I was a child. A scene that was supposed to be peaceful was coated in something much darker.

Although there was nothing obviously wrong, something in my head screamed for me to run. Maybe it was the deteriorating condition of the decor, or maybe it was how the moonlight reflected off of the stained glass windows.

And then I noticed it. The once beautifully clean floors splattered in a shining crimson. I covered my mouth, resisting the overwhelming urge to scream. The streak of blood went around the corner. I felt like vomiting.

Without thinking, I began to follow the trail. I grasped at the knife in my pocket. I knew that it wouldn't help if I got a gun pulled on me, but it gave me a false sense of security.

I slowly rounded the corner, not ready for what I saw. There she was, her once blonde hair soaked in red. Her mouth hung open, freezing her face in a permanent terrified expression.

"C-clemintine?" I stuttered out. I knew she was dead, I just didn't want to accept it. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. They ran down my cheeks rapidly, landing on my friend's dirty sweater. It didn't matter how much I willed her to come back, she was as motionless and pale as everything else around us. Without thinking, I pulled her fingerless gloves off. She wouldn't of wanted me to have them, but I needed something to remember.

I tried to muffle my sobs, but they bounced off of the walls. The sound alerted her attacker of my presence. If it hadn't I would of had time to run.

"Such a shame Ms. Hill couldn't stay and play longer." He said from the shadows, twirling something in his fingers. It was unmistakable who it was, as the scar on his cheek was illuminated by moonlight.

"She wouldn't talk, but in the long run it worked out. She lead you to us and it's one less mouth to feed." The taller figure chimed happily. He placed his hands on his hips, starting to walk closer. I shivered as he came into view. He appeared completely clean besides the red contrast on his hands. They hadn't just killed her, they tortured her.

"Y/n, wake up~"
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"Come on, we gotta go soon."
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I jumped up from my desk, startling Nina and Thomas. I drew in quick and frantic breathes. My ruby haired friend stared at me in alarm, her hand reaching for my arm. The warmth of her hand comforted me slightly.

"Whats wrong?" She asked calmly. She knew how to deal with this, as I've been having nightmares recently. Her eyes held a gentle warmth that helped me steady my breathing.

"Clemintine... Sh-she..." I spoke quietly trying to recover details from the fleeting dream. I looked towards Thomas, but was greeted with an unsettling realization. He also has a scar on his cheek.

"Does this happen often?" The alarmed boy asked Nina. She nodded, rubbing my arm gently. I hated how they both stared at me in pity, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"I- I need to go to my locker for a second." I stuttered, excusing myself from my friends. I walked up to my homeroom teacher as he greated me with a smile.

"Whats up?" He asked, leaning on his elbows.

"C-can I go out to my locker to g-get something?" I asked, pointing to the door. He nodded, looking back to his computer.

I quickly left for my locker. I passed classrooms, watching the different faces. I reached my locker. It was barely decorated on the inside. There was just a few pictures that meant something to me. I put in the combination for my locker and took one of the Polaroids off the cold metal wall.

In my hand was the picture of me, Nina, and my mother. Both of their smiles always calmed me down. I had always had nightmares, but they were getting bad. My mother believes that they're omens. I used to scoff at the idea, but now I'm not sure what to think.