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I set my stuffed animal on the corner of my bed and sigh nervously. Timotheé is coming over to tutor me for my French class. Timotheé is the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. He's smart and all his classes are in advance and he speaks French fluently. Bitter sweetly -I'm not good in French class. I fix my notebook on my desk and bite my lip checking if everything is perfect. This is the first time I've ever had a boy in my room. I don't have cousins and I'm the only child so this is different.
I got to the mirror and check myself out. I'm not those hot girls that get to wear whatever, everything in my closet is pink and purple. I think my parents don't want me to grow up...neither do I. I have anxiety so this room makes me feel comfortable. What if he thinks my room is too kid like since I have stuffed animals and most of my things are pink like a little girls room? Y/n calm down you'll be fine, just be yourself.
I have a white T-shirt and a baby pink over dress on, with my white ruffled socks, my hair is in a ribbon ponytail and pearl slide pins. Okay I look fine. Breath check! I cuff my hand and minty fresh, great. I need to take a deep breath, he'll just be here for three hours...I'll be fine. The doorbell cuts off my train of thought and I panic on where I should sit before he comes in my rooms. I can hear Dad greeting him down stairs and I groan. I quickly sit to my desk and start scanning through my French textbook. Before I can blink the door softy opens and my heart drops. I can feel the heat of my cheeks when I hear him sit down next to me.
"Hi Y/n I'm Timotheé I'm going to be helping you get French so I have a warm up for you so I know where you are at and what you need to work on." He gets straight to business.
- Timotheé is silently grading my warmup which was a test basically.
"So..what made you want to do tutoring?"I ask to start conversation.
"I wanted to buy a car..well I just spent five thousand for it yesterday." He answers back.
Wow my mom still gives me rides even though I have a license. I nod and glance at my paper. Wrong, wrong, wrong. If I had a dollar for all the times I've got a wrong for French I'd be rich. I'd be able to buy all the stuffed animals in the world. I nod and he clears his throat putting my grade on the right corner. A 45 is what I made...darn, that is embarrassing.
"Okay-so what you are good at is the writing part of French but the technicality of the matter is where you struggle..." he tells me.
"I agree I'm so lost in class and I feel embarrassed asking questions in there because everyone seems to get it so easily." I confess.
He chuckles softly and nods.
"Yeah being in a classroom is nerve racking especially when you're shy but I hope just being us two you'll feel more comfortable with asking questions." - Timotheé pov.
"Bye Timotheé thanks for tonight." Y/n leans on the door with the most innocent smile on her face.
I nicely chuckle and wave off as I get into my car. Man that girl sucks ass at French, but also allowing a good looking guy- that she barely knows into her room. I hate the need to want to wrap my hands around a woman's soft neck and strangle them to death, as their tearful eyes slowly lose life as they struggle like a mice in a lions paw...no I don't. I've been watching how her life schedule is and she's simple to kill. Her parents are doctors and work at night, Yn turns all the lights out in thirty minutes from now. I put my car in reverse and drive a block away to change.
Being the sweetest boy in town has the biggest advantage, they always think that it's the poor rebellions of the town. I've killed about five women so far. I'm no Ted Bundy, I have never raped a woman..it's something I couldn't do... but slitting, shooting, choking, ripping out their throats...
I put my anonymous mask over my face and look at my review mirror seeing her house go black. Just the thought to feel her body in the cusp of me and death. Y/n doesn't have friends and her family has a monotonous manner. She's the perfect fit of a less than ordinary girl. I stuff my knife in my side cargo pocket and quietly get out of my car. - Your pov
I snuggle my face into my teddy's stuffed chest and close my eyes. I can't believe that the cutest guy at school was in my room, his hair looks so amazing up close...I wonder what shampoo or conditioner he uses. I need to make him a thank you card for tonight, he's helped me a lot with just this one session. I'm excited to see how I can can apply what I've learned today in class.
I take in my lavender oil on my pillow and I can feel myself being on the verge going to bed. The creak of the wood floor outside of my door snaps me out of it. I prop myself up as quietly as I can staring at the door wide eyed. The house is quiet but the hello kitty clock ticking . I stare at the door waiting for another noise. Maybe a weird pop that happens in the house. I lay back down and stare at my vines on my wall. I'm being too much of a scaredy-cat.
I hear the knob turn and I close my eyes pretending I'm sleeping. My heart pounds in my chest and I hold myself from crying or shaking. I need to calm down maybe it's Dad checking on me. I peek one eyes and everything around me drains out but the man with anonymous face mask and a knife.
"I think red will go swell with the pink theme in here darling."
I try to scream but my saliva is too thick, all I can do is shake my head as I back up to the headboard. Tears pour out in fear with my cold sweat. Why is this happening to me I've always been a good girl? His slow steps echo the entire room and his low chuckle escapes out of his mask.
Timotheé pov
Her eyes are wide, diamond tears fall down her cheeks and soft sobs echo. I can't help to sickly laugh at her fragile cold sweat shaking body. The image of her laying cold and blue in her room for her parents to see when they get back brings me a sense of humor.
"Y/n you're a good girl right?" I softly says. "I'll be good and I'll pretend that I didn't see anything you can have anything here just spare me."
"Y/n I'm leaving you dead regardless I just need you to follow my directions." I say coldly.
Her face falls if even possible and she bites her trembling bottom lip as she timidly begs for my mercy. I sit down next to her and her hands grip the sheets so hard her knuckles turns snow white (a lighter shade than her natural tone.)
3rd person
A innocent girl versus a sick murder, underneath one roof alone. The innocent girl yearns to be able to wake up from this nightmare and be relieved that this isn't real life. The murder wants to hear that beautiful song of her choked sobs of blood and the struggle of her body underneath him.
The girl has hope and the murders has a goals.
"ARGHHHH" is last said.
-pls let me know if I'm good at making horror chap. bc I even though it was challenging I liked it I'm open for blunt replies I won't get butthurt ✧₊⁎❝ົཽ≀ˍ̮ ❝᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧
