Yandere! Drawing come to life x reader

Ordinary school day?

When you awake, you find your head is throbbing. A dull pain pokes at the bottom of your foot. A dull memory of the cause flitting to and fro through your mind. You remember waking up in the middle of the night. The feeling of being scared, frightful of something that your mind could not recall. A fluttery feeling, quick to disappear, swam through your stomach. Everything else besides those few moments, were blurs of black and a faint light. Which you assumed to be a flashlight or something.

Sighing, you removed the covers from your bare legs. A soft chill caressed them, making you shudder. Maybe it had been a bad idea to wear pajama shorts in the late winter after all. A soft light poked its way through your curtains. Moving on your knees, you made your way to the window right above your bed. Since your bed was pushed up to the wall it was right there and conveniently placed to where all you had to do was pull the curtains aside. The full force of the sun shone through the window and onto your face. Hands shooting protectively to cover your eyes. The sun was always a mortal enemy of yours, always getting in your eyes and ruining your projects with its light. Still, it was nice to have light other than the artificial light from your ceiling and lamp. It almost made you want to have a nice stroll outside, but you knew better. Today was a school day after all. What? Did you really forget? Checking your calendar, you find it to be true. It's a monday. You hated mondays. Ever since you were a little kid. Though, it was probably only because the almost world-renowned character Garfield happened to hate them too. You really liked that orange cartoon cat as a child. Shaking your head, you awake from your reminiscing and hop out of bed.

Your clothes are already laid out on your bed, you assume it was your mother who put them there. Even as a fully functional teenager, your mother still thought that you needed all the help in the world. She didn't go out of her way to treat you like a toddler, but her help was appreciated. Slipping on your uniform and shoes. You prepared to head upstairs to do your hair and such. Leaving your backpack and coat in the room. You headed out your bedroom door, directing yourself towards the stairs. A cold chill floats across your bare arms as you walk, feeling almost like fingers. You pause and slap your arm where the feeling was. Letting out a small ouch as you do. Though, soon you realized, you didn't feel any pain. Feeling around your arm, you could tell something was off. Continuing to feel, your breathing almost stopped. You could feel the rough outline of a hand, gripping your upper arm. It was applying more pressure now that you had noticed. Panicking, you hit at the invisible force. Trying to pry it away from you. You pulled your body as hard as you could away from it. Until, it let go...and you fell flat on your face.

A soft snicker was heard from above you. Then, all evidence that something had been there was gone. There was no more chill, nothing. Pulling yourself up from the ground, not even bothering to dust off your clothes, you booked it up the stairs. Slamming the bathroom door behind you when you reached it. Panting, you looked in the gigantic mirror hung above the sinks. There were two sinks. With a big open counter space in between them that was cluttered with beauty products, soaps, and other care items. Looking in the mirror, you saw your hair in a mess. Pulling out your hairbrush, specially designed for (h/t) hair. Running it through your hair with ease. After that, you used the rest of what was necessary to fix yourself up. Casually now, you slid the bathroom door open and went to the kitchen. It wasn't very big, but there was ample counter space. Of course, with three siblings, the counters and table were always filled with clutter. Grabbing a bag from one of the shelves, you picked out a bagel and popped it into your mouth. Hesitantly looking down at the stairs, since the door was left wide open. Picking up your courage, you tiptoed down the stairs and broke into a run as soon as you reached your room. Yanking your bag and coat on, you ran upstairs almost as fast as you had come down.

The ride to the bus stop was uneventful as usual. Normally, you would take the time to daydream or take a short nap. This morning though, you could not shake the weird feeling that whatever had knocked you over earlier was still there. In the car with you. When the bus came, it wasn't hard to find a seat. Most of them had at least one person in it, so it wasn't too hard to pick. You got lucky today though, one of the seats in the front was still empty! Smiling, you walked, almost skipping to the seat. When you sat down, realization washed over you in the form of a cold breeze. This seat, had been avoided for a reason. It was cold in that seat today, and you had a nagging feeling that it was the same thing from earlier that morning.