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[DISCLAIMER:
Alright so this is a kind of old story and it also s u c k s a s s. Like I don't understand how u ppl like it but ok lmao. Just saying this was actually just supposed to be for myself, something weird and shitty I wrote on google docs about like "lmao how would I react if a lesbian icon climbed through my window and tried to kill me ?????" and I never actually expected it to get reads when I posted it. Anybody who was there in the beginning, when I posted the first few chapters, probably remembers I actually named it "hey hey stop it please" and then just said fuck it and made it an actual fanfic bc why not, ppl were reading it and I was actually trying to make it good now. So just saying, uhh be warned, if you find any plotholes or weird, inexplicable shit in the first few chapters uhh well I didn't know I'd be continuing it!!
This is actually the first story I've finished, like, ever. I have 0 clue how to write good endings, I hope I did a good job, probably I did not, anyway let's jump in if I didn't already scare you away with this disclaimer!!
Please enjoy this trash hole that is me projecting my utter gayness onto wattpad :000
EDIT THAT IS ALSO KIND OF IMPORTANT: i also realized this story has some scenes or quick exchanges that do NOT reflect how I feel about certain issues now. subjects such as eating/more broad mental disorders are thrown around occasionally with no real or positive takeaway, keep in mind I was 13 when I wrote this and did very little research other than a light skim for clockwork's story. so if you come across anything that offends you or that you feel doesn't handle a sensitive subject properly, please know that i am sorry, though the things im talking about barely get more than a slight mention or failed attempt at a joke, i could be overthinking this. ANYWAY on with the reading]
I checked the small clock on my desk one last time before I suspected I'd be out. 2:05. Huh. Insomnia has it out for me tonight. I considered turning the light on and grabbing my sketchbook; I had too much bouncing around in my head. But my body wouldn't move. Drowsiness was holding it down, and I couldn't lift my arm if I tried. I sighed, my attention steering back toward the ceiling as I felt myself sinking into sleep.
Nevermind.
Ugh. Can I get a good night's sleep for once? Just one damn time. There was a ringing in my head, and it seemed to taunt me as I jerked awake again, almost falling asleep. Somebody really doesn't want me to be a healthy person.
Creak...
My torso shot up and I pressed my body against the wall near my bedroom window, breathing quickly and shallowly. I guess my body decided to be useful now, somehow. I was positive the creak had come from my window. It was too loud to dismiss, but not enough to wake someone up. Not that it mattered; I lived alone, so if some insane druggie tried to kill me now, I wouldn't be able to do anything but call the police to save my butt.
Snap.
Shit. Shit. Someone was definitely breaking in. I always thought I'd know exactly what to say and do in this kind of situation; I rehearsed it in my head! I watched videos on surviving grim scenarios. But now, my body was frozen plastered to the wall, and my head was reeling to no conclusion. I couldn't act. I couldn't even hide or grab my phone. Hell, I was even breathing way too loudly. I'm not built for this crap. Kill someone else, please.
"Interesting."
I clamped a hand over my mouth, too terrified to look or even turn my head in the figure's way. They were now standing in my room, at the foot of my bed, whispering like they were at a mischievous sleepover. I couldn't hear anything threatening or formidable in their tone; only curiosity. I still couldn't move. I was a freaking squirrel. A deer in a headlight. Something like that.
"Can't get much sleep either, eh?" The person asked nonchalantly. My eyes quickly darting in their direction, I could see their silhouette, which was leaning casually over the edge of my bed. Remarkably, I couldn't think of a single serial killer who engaged in casual conversation with victims before their ultimate demise. It didn't seem unlikely that someone would do that, though.
Suddenly, I felt the weight on the mattress shift; they were crawling towards me. Slowly, steadily, dangerously. I couldn't make out their face, but it wasn't long before I heard their breathing close to mine. I saw something glitter and reflect the moonlight on their face for a split second. But...that's where someone's eye would be. Eyes don't reflect stuff like...glass...?
Before I could take anything else in, I felt something cold and sharp against my throat. I'm not ready, it can't end now! This is it. This is the end. I never got to do so many things. I didn't live my life yet.
The person chuckled. "I bet I could help you get to sleep quicker," they muttered in my ear.