Yandere X reader (one shots)

Yandere Depression

TRIGGER WARNING/DISCLAIMER: Depression and murder, read at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Your POV

Keeping up the smile was hard. All I wanted was to lay in bed all day, I couldn't see any reason not to. Any reason except for the absolutely crippling fear of disappointing everyone I knew and loved, so that was how I found myself with perfect grades, perfect attendance, student council president for the second year in a row, and with more friends than I even knew their names. My life was absolutely perfect, my parents loved me, my job was good, and everyone adored me. so why was I like this? Why was I so ungrateful for it all that every day was a struggle to not just give up. Then the hallucinations started. They were never visual at first, just a lone voice in my head.

"(Y/n)" it would speak to my in its soft honeyed voice. God how I loved that voice, so soft, so sweet, so utterly tantalizing. yet the words it spun were like poison, drawing me in only to break me down. "Why are you still doing this? You know none of them actually like you. They only pretend to like you because everyone else is pretending to like you! they are all talking behind your back, even your parents loathe you, can't you see it? Poor, sweet, naïve, innocent, stupid (Y/n)... what ever would you do without me?" My grip on my note cards tightened as I finished up my presentation on how to be more efficient with the schools funds without changing anything, looking over all of there faces sent a cold sweat down my spine. They were all smiling and nodding along, some even taking notes. It was sickening.

As the hallucinations got worse it all seemed to go down hill. "(Y/n) your room is a disaster, what is going on with you? You need to clean this up right now, no arguments." the door slammed shut behind my father as I just lay alone in the dark on my bed. what was the point in cleaning? I rolled over knocking some empty energy drink cans on the floor, I hadn't slept in weeks. I was too busy juggling. Juggling school, work, my parents, life, keeping everyone happy. It was all so tedious, why even bother? what difference would it make on a future that you wouldn't even be around to see. it was then that the grin appeared from out of the shadows. "Now you understand my sweet (Y/n). You understand what I have been telling you for oh so long now." I simply closed my eyes and rolled the other way. this wasn't the first time I had seen this one, but this was the first time I had felt it, a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and backed off of my bed scanning the room frantically, hoping it was either my mom or dad. Instead, before me on my bed sat a boy with messy black hair. he donned a pair of baggy black sweatpants and an oversized wrinkled grey sweater that hung loosely on his sickly pale emaciated figure. "Surprise (Y/n) you're too late." his grin was frighteningly large, so big that it seemed there was no fat in his sunken cheeks at all, his dry clacked lips split and began bleeding into his sharp grin, but he didn't even wince. deep dark bags framed his longley lashed pitch black eyes; they had no simmer, no shine, they were all consuming and dead, full of malice that devoured anything he laid his gaze upon. And now, his gaze was upon me. I ran out the door and closed it behind me being met with my mother who held a tray of cookies in front of her and a look of shock on her face. (Y/n sweetie, are you alright? you look sick, I'll call a doctor.

I saw him behind her and I panicked jumping and tackling the boy, his sick laughter rang out his smile widened. "That's it (Y/n) let it all out! Kill me! I dare you!" My hands found their way instinctively around his neck as they had found their way around my own so many times. "Leave me alone, why won't you just leave! I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't do anything because of you and that stupid, stupid, stupid grin as if nothing is wrong! As if everything is going according to your sick twisted plan! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" it was then that I was pulled off of him by my fathers strong hands. I twisted and grabbed his shirt sobbing into his chest. "He was going to hurt mom, he was going to hurt mom the way that he hurt me. but I stopped him, I got rid of him." My father shoved me away violently and backed into a corner staring at me with pure confusion and rage. "Stay away! The police will be here soon!" I looked up at him stunned. "Stay away? but I took care of him, he's gone now-" then I saw it.

Next to a tray of scattered cookies lay my mother on the ground, her face was blue, her neck was red, and my arms were covered in blood from her clawing desperately, trying to free herself from my grip. "N-no, that wasn't what I- No! I backed into a corner opposite of dad as the figure approached and crouched in front of me. "Good job, now you see it. there is no undo, there is no changing it. Your mother is dead, yet what has changed? your friends will all still go to school tomorrow, your cousins will all still go to daycare, the businessman in china will still go about his day. what has changed (Y/n)? what have you honestly done? Nothing, that's what. that's why I needed to show you this."

It's been weeks since the incident, or has it been months? I can't tell anymore. I've already killed five more people since then, and they were right. What did it change? I still sit almost alone in my cell, muzzled with my arms strapped to my sides. But he never leaves. He loves me. He owns me. He never leaves me like the others do. No matter how many times I kill him or mess up he always comes back. I missed my chance to end it all.

Keeping up the smile was hard. All I wanted was to lay in bed all day.

Hello, how was it? It was kind of dark I know, but aren't these all? going to try to add more as the dawn of a new school year begins. Author chan out.