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Freddie softly let out hiccups... the piece was just so beautiful... he couldn't get enough. He wanted to read it over and over and over and over and over until his eyes shrivelled.
Although it was last week Wednesday's edition and the whole world already knew its contents, he'd been dying to forget and relive the experience.
He plucked an object off his desk, a bloodied tissue, and brought it to his face to sooth his dry eyes.
His lackey had recently given him a call and this was his victim's genuine blood, one they'd used to mop up their face! Image the contact!
He placed a kiss to the tissue, before carefully undoing his zipped pants.
•
Wade, that fine evening, had stooped below himself and was following you home. And you, someone in which he found disgust (or some similar emotion) that caused his body to go through... weird changes. Changes that shouldn't happen because of anyone he hadn't chosen to be in his divine presence.
He hated it.
He didn't want to be at your mercy, if that was what this was.
He traced his finger across the scar on his eye and cursed under his breath when he was almost caught by you.
And now I'm hiding...? What the fuck has gotten into me?
Wade was so lucky his phone was on silent, because messages by the dozens, tens of missed calls, were piling up. One of his whores was bored.
Well, he had better things to do—
Shit! He nearly lost you!
Whatever, he didn't care anyway—
No, it was important. He had to check if you were who he thought you were.
What to do then...
Wade creepily smirked, shrugging his Northface coat's hood over his head. His eyes remained visible, like street lamps in a horror movie.
•
Why did you have to live in such a... dirty area? It disgusted Wade and it should've disgusted you, no doubt your thoughts if he could read them.
He ducked his head again, and in that moment heard the rattle of some keys.
He concealed a sigh, clasping his hand to his mouth for fear of making a sound. He just couldn't help himself, the... smell was getting to him and Wade was glad he didn't have to venture further.
Wade carefully glanced around the corner, the sound of keys still reasonating—
Oh fuck. That hadn't been you.
An old woman with grocery bags at her feet looked around in confusion, as if her hearing aids had picked up some sound, then decided otherwise. The lady entered her apartment, bags in hands.
Wade paled. A finger poked his two thousand dollar coat-covered shoulder.
"Hi. Can I take a moment out of your day to ask who the fuck you are and why you're following me?"
•
You sighed. It had been a tough day and you were scared out of your wits, both from the idea of going to school and seeing those psychos as much as you were about that... stalker. When you confronted him, of course his, their, natural reaction would be to run. You couldn't guess who it was, maybe a fan who'd tracked your IP... oh nope that was a worse prospect. The person probably had misidentified you, and had realised their embarrassment about the situation.
On the plus side, the encounter reminded you to lock your door. Your mother had been waiting for you, asked why you looked so fucked up to which you responded "pole."
("Y/N, I swear if you keep hitting poles I will take you to an eye doctor."
Your throat felt tight. "Mom... (or however else you call your mother)."
"Yes, sweetie?"
"...never mind.")
Sitting on your desk, you stared with dead eyes at the Diary. People liked that shit? The literature was just as fake as its writer.
"Expose me... yeah right you shit head..." you mumbled into your hand.
You pressed enter on the Journal submission, a long written essay which varied the kind of day you had experienced, deciding the issue would be a tomorrow problem.
However, you didn't manage to notice the condensation of a person's face embedded on the window between your shutters.
(Lmao I just realised this but I've varied the spelling of F.T's name...smh)
YOU ARE READING
The Journal(Yandere Boys x Reader)
Horror(Yandere boys x reader) "I wondered myself how I could be so immersed with writing, until I figured out it was you I was falling for." He took a step forward, knife glistening. "Can't you love me," Noel held a hand against Wade's chest, threatening...
