You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 30

It's dark. I can't see anything. Yet, I'm hearing all sorts of sounds. They all sound muffled, I can barely make out if they are actual sounds or just my mind playing tricks on me. I struggle to open up my eyes, and once I do, a flash of a bright light immediately blinds me. I try to call out for someone, but nothing comes out of my mouth besides a weak whimper. I can barely open my eyes. I try to push myself up from my spot, but a wave of pain prevented me from doing so, causing me to flop back down into a laying position. I feel extreme discomfort all over my body. I feel so uncomfortable and irritated that I can't move, I can just start crying because of it. I can feel a low rumble besides me. I'm not sure if it came from a person or an object, I can't tell. What I can tell is that something- or someone- is touching the back of my hand. I try curling my fingers, trying to signal them that I'm trying to communicate. I have so many questions. Where am I? Maybe I'm in Heaven? That would explain the bright light. But clearly, I can't be in Heaven. I killed someone. For all I know, I should be greeting the Devil by now. I try to focus on all the different sounds around me. The harder I try to focus, the bigger headache I get. I simply give up and try to relax my body. I can try again later. I bring my hands up to my eyes, something that I'm actually able to do. I rub my eyes for a few seconds before trying to open them up again.

For the second time, the light practically blinds me. Instead of completely shutting my eyes, I narrow them as much as I can to get used to the bright light. As soon as my gaze finally readjusts from blurry to sharp, I take a look around my surroundings. White walls, cream colored floor... I look to my arm, noticing a rather slim looking tube attached on the crook of my arm. Following the trail of the tube, I realize it's attached to a plastic bag filled with blood. With a sharp breath, I take a quick glimpse at the other machines. Am I in a hospital? No, no, no! I was supposed to be dead. I was supposed to escape from this rancid world! I slowly come back to my hearing senses, finally hearing the sounds become more clearer by the second. The faint sound of a heart monitor could be heard and it was speeding up rather quickly. "Hey now, relax." I could hear a familiar voice speak besides me. I lightly turn my head to the side, only to meet with the brown orbs of Masky. I almost jump out of my skin from seeing him. Did he bring me here? How'd I even get here, anyway? He should've left me to die. Masky smiles once I make eye contact with him as he gives my pale hand a soft squeeze. "How are you feeling?" He questions. My throat was sore and dry, I'm not able to respond.

"Good?" He asks once he caught on that I wasn't able to respond. I lightly shake my head. I'm anything but good. He's the last person I'd like to see. I rub at my eyes, which were starting to become teary. I don't want to be here. I shouldn't even be here. I sniffle, trying to take a deep breath, only making me let out a soft hiccup from crying. I see Masky frown before he leans forward, pressing a kiss against my temple. I don't want him to be here. I want him to leave, I just want to live a peaceful life now that I ended up being alive. "It's okay, princess. You're a fighter," he speaks lightheartedly, bringing the back of my hand up to his lips. He's doing the thing again. The thing where he appears like such a wonderful 'boyfriend' on the outside, but once we're alone he's probably going to end me. I sure hope so. I can't bear the thought of being stuck with him forever. Masky runs his thumb across my knuckles as I hear faint footsteps coming closer from a distance. I turn my head to the entrance, where I hear the footsteps stop for a moment before opening up the closed door. A young, short haired brunette peeks inside from the door frame before fully stepping into the room. Her eyes made contact with mine, which made her shoot me a sweet smile. "Good evening, (Y/n)-!" she quickly cuts herself off, stumbling over her words, "I-I mean Miss (L/n), haha! Sorry, I'm not used to seeing people my age here." She beams. I can almost feel myself smile. Even though her hair is a chestnut color, her personality reminds me of Emma.