He held the dripping knife by his side, as he looked at me, slightly surprised and angry.
"That doesn't hurt you?!" He asked, glitching.
"Nope, not at all." I replied, faking a weak smile. "This happens to me all of the time, I'm used to it." I said.
"I'm kinda light-headed.. but that could be from other reasons." I said, blankly.
He looked shocked and kinda sad, actually.
"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to make you upset." I quickly said.
I feel bad.. I don't know why. He kidnapped me, yes. But he's still been better to me than my family has ever been.
He quicky looked down and shook his head. He threw the knife to the table, before making eye contact with me again with an angry expression.
"Just get some rest." Is all he said, before turning around and walking into the darkness of the room.
I heard footsteps, and the door shutting as immediately felt guilt wash over me.
"Stop, Mary.. he kidnapped you." I said to myself.
"But he did seem kind of concerned.." I muttered to myself.
"Be quiet." I heard him say, blankly, in the back of my mind.
I frowned to myself, and closed my eyes. Soon, drifting off to sleep, as I clenched my fists.
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Why Aren't You Scared? (Antisepticeye Fanfiction) 🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨
Fanfiction🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨 ⚠️OLD USERNAME⚠️ Hi, my name is Mary. I'm 27 years old, and my life is fucked the hell up. My mother is a drug addict, and my father is a drunk. They constantly beat me and shout awful things at me whenever I get home from work. ...
