my type ((yandere x reader))

LXXI- the fall

a/n: I know I stated a while ago that the second half of this story deals with darker topics but this is a particularly upsetting chapter. Nothing graphic is described, but it deals with sensitive subject matter.

(Y/n)'s steps were mindless as she went on her walk through the woods, she knew it well enough by then to be able to find her way back.

The air was cold and crisp but she hadn't bothered to wear a jacket, maybe if she was lucky she'd die of hypothermia.

She chuckled somewhat darkly at the thought, it wasn't like she was suicidal... she still wanted to live but not like this, not as she was now... and definitely not with Gianni and his baby.

While (Y/n) definitely wasn't actively thinking of ways to kill herself, she wasn't all that torn up about the idea of death. It was just the pregnancy that had pushed her there, having that kid would basically shackle her to him for the rest of her life.

Not to mention the terrible childhood the child would receive from having a deranged father and a mother on the edge.

"Can anyone hear me?" She called out.

She heard the flap of some wings as a bird took flight and nothing else.

"Hello??" (Y/n) tried again a bit louder. "I think I'm losing my fucking mind!!!"

That was one way to ward off anyone who could have possibly been there.

"Please, I need help!" By now she had figured out that she was effectively talking to no one but the trees and wildlife but it was comforting to think that she had any control over herself.

Yep, she was definitely going crazy. (Y/n) felt it was best to stop before she took it any further. She carried herself back to the cabin.

She still had hours before Gianni would be returning.

(Y/n) threw herself onto the couch and stared upwards. She was beginning to think of how she ended up here again but stopped herself.

There was no point in looking back, she had to look forward... that was the only thing she could do now. The past was long gone and though she couldn't save herself then, she could do it now.

But the first order of business was getting rid of her latest and greatest mistake. (Y/n) stood up and went to her bedroom.

She pulled a shirt out from her wardrobe and removed it from the hanger. The wire stared back at her, almost daring her to do what she was thinking about doing.

No.

That was a terrible idea. She could literally kill herself and she probably wouldn't even do it right.

This would be a lot easier if there was a set of stairs she could just throw herself down.

(Y/n) discarded the hanger on the ground, no longer being able to stomach the thought of the amount of pain and blood that would illicit.

She opted for the bathroom instead. The medicine cabinet was locked, just her luck.

(Y/n) huffed and banged her fist against the cabinet in frustration.

She left the bathroom to find herself a way to get into it.

(Y/n) had the idea stuck in her mind now and there was no way to change it, she refused to just let this happen to her.

She looked around the entire cabin for anything she could possibly use to break into the medicine cabinet. Just a tool kit that she could use to pick the lock or even a hammer to smash it open.

She didn't need to be discrete... just quick.

At this point she was willing to claw herself in, anything to get her hands on something that could end this madness.

A whole hour of searching had got her to this point. She had a bobby pin and paperclip in hand and was intending to try and remember anything she knew about picking locks.

(Y/n) had also brought a bottle of oil with her to lubricate the lock to make it easier to unlock, she wasn't sure how well this was going to work but she would have tried anything at this point.

She twisted the paperclip until it was striaght and took a deep breath before pushing it into the lock. (Y/n) felt around the lock to feel its pins and get an understanding of the mechanism.

(Y/n) left the paperclip in there and hurriedly took out her unfurled bobby pin, she pushed that in top of the paper clip and applied pressure. She pushed lightly on each pin with her bobby pin to try and find the pin that bound the lock.

She gasped in delight once she found it, maybe she could actually do this.

(Y/n) kept steady pressure and furrowed her brows as she tried to recall what she had to do next.

She hesitantly lifted up her paperclip to try and set the pins in place. A small smile went to her face when she felt the first one click into place and tried to continue.

Once she got to the fourth pin, her face dropped and her heart did too. She couldn't do it, the bobby pin had got stuck and was blocking the paperclip.

"No, no, no, no, don't do this to me!" (Y/n) desperately said to herself as she twisted both of them around frantically.

She'd lost the pressure and they were stuck in the lock.

"No!" She shouted. "Fuck you!!"

In her fit of anger, (Y/n) threw herself at the cabinet.

She wasn't sure quite what it did, maybe she shifted one of the pins but whatever she did the cabinet door slowly swung open after she hit the ground.

(Y/n) scrambled to her feet and began to pull bottles upon bottles of pills off of the shelves.

She looked over the labels of them quickly, not absorbing anything they said apart from 'not to be taken while pregant'.

(Y/n) didn't even look at what she was taking or the dosage, she could have been giving herself posion or cough medicine or anything in-between and she wouldn't know.

She wished there was still some alcohol left in the house to wash it all down with but unfortunately Gianni got rid of it all after their first incident.

"Please, please, please work..." (Y/n) prayed to herself with bitter tears running down her face as her vision hazed over.

Her legs were getting weaker by the second and (Y/n) let herself drop to the floor.

The sight was something close to depressing. (Y/n) passed out oof the floor, surrounded by miscellaneous pill bottles and a half broken cabinet with a paperclip and bobby pin haphazardly sticking out of the lock.