《•*+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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