Day 13 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

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(Y/n) P.O.V.

He holds me over the bodies of his horrendous game. He smiles smugly like they're trophies to him. Maybe they are. I thought he was getting better. I really thought he was. But here he is, having wiped out the whole ward. Now it's a broken shell with bloodied walls and bodies, an eerie glow from emergency lights, a twisted smile on his face. What more could I have done to help him?

"Why did you do it, Jack? Tell me, why did you do it!" I yell, tears falling freely. He feel him walk up behind me. He leans into my ear, tucking the hair behind my ear. "Because it's fun." He whispers. "Because I can't be saved like you think I can." I feel something stab from behind. I gasp in pain. Shakily, I look down. A long blade protrudes from my abdomen, just a hair from my spine. My vision darkens, my limbs become heavy, my mind numb. The last thing I hear is the chuckles of my once beloved boyfriend. "Nighty night, bitch."

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