Living Slow and Rotting Fast (yandere x reader)

Chapter One

1 minute after

You were anxious, to say the least. Half a dozen letters sat on your coffee table, all from the same group. A "commune" as it were, somewhere out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. You weren't sure why you kept getting these letters, and frankly, you had only opened two of the six, but it was starting to seriously weird you out.

Dear (y/n),

Did you know that the breath of God lives in your time? Did you know that change is within your grasp? If either of these questions intrigue you, then we would like to offer you a place in Vera, our small community of like-minded people.

One of our scouts has gotten to know you for the past year, although for privacy reasons we won't say who until you join our community. He has reported that you seem like a perfect addition to our family, and we can only hope you feel the same.

Vera is a community of people who care for each other, live with each other, love each other, laugh with each other—all this and everything else. The outside world is too often cruel and unforgiving, so we have built this community as a safe haven to those who belong here.

You belong here, (y/n). The stresses of the world you live in now can be escaped. If you feel lonely, alienated, stressed, overwhelmed, and generally dissatisfied with the world around you, we are here to tell you it can change. You can live a better life.

Normally, invitations would be given in person, but after a few unfortunate instances, communicating through letter seems safer for our community. Please call the number below if you are interested in –

You stopped reading. It was all the same—all a weird invitation to some random place you had never heard of before. It sounded absurd, too. Escape from everything? Be happy in a community of kind people? You'd lived long enough to know that shit like that simply didn't exist...even if you wanted it to.

It seemed too alluring to be real, simply put. You were endlessly curious as to who this "scout" was. A coworker, a friend? Maybe some weird stranger, like a cashier at your favorite coffee shop or something... you shuddered at the thought. If that was the case, this person had no decent excuse for knowing your address.

23 minutes after

The phone rang and you answered, even though you didn't recognize the number. "Hello?'

"Hi," the opposite voice crackled out. "May I speak to Ms. (y/n) (y/l/n)?"

"That's me," you confirmed.

25 minutes after

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39 minutes after

It still didn't feel real

42 minutes after

But it was. You hadn't moved from the floor yet—the place you had sunken into when you processed the news. You needed to get up to go see him, but you felt like you couldn't.

43 minutes after

You still couldn't process it, but your brain understood somehow. He was dead.

5 hours and 21 minutes after

He was still dead.

2 days after

You were still unable to believe it all—that your boyfriend of two years had died in a car accident. It seemed stupid it seemed wrong and you couldn't make yourself accept it as true. Can a life be extinguished so quickly? Can it all end just because someone hit the gas pedal too soon? You cried and cried so much in the past days that you felt like you couldn't even breathe properly anymore. It was as if all the tears in your heart had been expended and now all you could do was stare at the wall.

6 days after

It was the day of the funeral. You didn't even want to go, honestly, and you refused to give a speech of any sort. You just wanted to say your farewells and leave. Your close friend, Jonathan, was standing with you. He had placed himself there and you hadn't turned him away. You weren't talking to him, but it was probably obvious that you needed someone.

It all passed by in a blur. You didn't hear anything that was said, you barely saw anyone cover his grave with dirt. All you saw was the swaying of the grass, the way a leaf occasionally fell, and how the clouds drifted across the sky. You could've fallen asleep if you weren't standing.

Jonathan gripped your hand in his, making you turn to face him.

"Do you want to leave, (y/n)?" he asked softly, his medium length brown hair flowing gently in the wind.

You said nothing but nodded—the service wasn't over, but you didn't even care if it was disrespectful at this point. You wanted to leave; you couldn't stand it here anymore.

He drove the two of you to his apartment. It was a silent drive and you were thankful for that. You sat on his couch in body, but your spirit had exited long ago. He brought you back gently with a mug of Chamomile tea that sat warmly in your hands before you processed grabbing it.

"Drink some of that," he said softly with a gentle smile. Your eyes became glassy again as you took a sip and glanced up at him. He sat across from you with his own mug, sipping in sync with you and glancing your way every so often.

"...thank you."

"For what?"

"For knowing what I needed," you sighed softly. "Thank you for that."

"Of course," he nodded slowly. "I don't want you to have to be alone..." He trailed off and you simply nodded, sipping your tea, and leaning back. You weren't sure when you'd return to your own home. He had actually driven you to the funeral, so it wasn't like you had your own ride.

"(y/n)..." he began softly, waiting for your response. When you looked up at him, he continued, "If your open to it, I think visiting my family would be good for you."

"What do you mean by that?" you asked, taken aback by the weird statement.

"I think visiting somewhere where you have no obligation would be helpful. They'll feed you and house you—it's like a whole community really," he spoke almost hushed.

"Ah—what?" you sprang back into reality, remembering the letters. Was...he the scout? Had he been scouting you out this past year? That made you tense a little. You weren't sure how you felt.

"Don't be stressed, you don't have to come," he dismissed softly. "I just know that a warm environment that's a little detached from the rest of the world can be helpful."

"Detached..." you said softly, your mind drifting away again. Maybe it'd be nice...maybe being a little separate would help you find yourself.

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next chapter should be posted tonight lol. I think this story will only be 3-4 chapters long. <3 hope you're all well.