《•*+g h o s t f u c k+*• (ghostface x reader)》s a d s o u n d s

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"(y/n) put that down, and come over here." all the care and love in his voice was gone. this one was cold and harsh

i didnt want to answer. why would i? hes almost tried to kill me so many times

and i know what yall are gonna be sayin

'(y/N) yoU cAnt hAte hIm hEs hoT'

he takes a step forward

i see just how many knives he has in his bag

i look him in the eyes

and grab a nice combat knife out of the bag before he can make a step forward

hes blocking the only escape. think (y/N) THINK

he takes another step forward

"(y/n) please just hear me out. its not what you think."

fuck you.

i quickly turn back and slash open the back of the tent with the knife

this thing really is sharp

before i know it im running, maybe even for my life

i hear his footsteps close behind me and take a turn, jumping over a log and trying my best to sprint faster than i am right now

i really need to work out more

after a few minutes of complete sprinting, i can feel myself get weaker

with his stamina being the way it is, i feel him grab my shoulder

Fuck

i turn around and swing the knife at him

"your funny if you think im just gonna let you kill me." saying this made him take a step back

i see a knife in his hand

"i actually kind of wanted to keep you too. such a shame you had to find out this way." he brushes his hair back with his free hand

he doesnt care

he never cared

why do i care.?

he takes a step forward

i give my knife another swing at him and he steps back, barley evading it, and grabs my hand, twisting my wrist in a bad way

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i drop the knife

giving him a look, i sweep my foot under his legs to knock him down, succeeding in doing so, i turn to run away

he kicks the back of my knee and makes me fall back, grabbing my hair and pulls me down

i land on my wrist trying to catch myself

keep it in (y/n)

dont let him see he hurt you

he grabs the combat knife from off the ground, it being sharper than his kitchen knife

"i thought i really did love you (y/n). but, i can always start over. your not a necessity anyways." he lifts the knife above me

"so what? im just another number for your kill count?" he looks coldly at me when i say that

i feel my throat burning

he never did love me

"i-i actually did love you. even after this, i cant help but love you." why am i saying this

am i expecting mercy?

i should become a comedian if i am

i close my eyes

"...what am i doing"

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