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[averyy-rae]

Are you gonna make another part of "Dear God's"?🙂

Hi, sorry this took so long <3

Dear God,...

Yandere Story

Part 1 Part 2 (here)

Summary: The Darling tried to escape (see part 1). Now they're being confronted.

Warnings: Violence, mention of chase, escape attempt, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, (sorta) yandere harem, wounds, screaming, mention of blood, mention of wounds, fainting.

Note: This is the second part of "Dear God,...". I'm planning on a third part where the men will be introduced, if yall are interested. I'm open to asks and feedback. :)

Have fun reading.

Flashback: I can hear him trying to suppress the rage in his voice as he says ; a little too sweetly...

"Tag you're it, sweetheart..."

Darlings POV:

My breath hitches, my gaze is planted firmly to the floor. My fist clenches into the floor beneath me. I don't sit up. I don't dare to move. I think if do, they'll tear me to shreds. "Cat got your tongue Y/N?"... ' Y/N?.. shit' I repeat in my head. 'They never call me that. It's always some kind of endearment. ....No it was always some kind of endearment' 'They are pissed, shit'.

In catch Connor in the corner of my eye. He's clenching his fists. He's holding back, I can tell. "Sit." That's all Callum had to say ; he's standing directly in front of me ; before my mind can register, I'm already sitting up. The tone is his voice is..... off. It's firm and authorative. He's never spoken to me that way. He's always been so gentle and sweet. I feel my heart clenching at that thought.... 'why?' I'm confused. Why do I feel bad? I was so adamant on staying defiant only seconds ago. All it took was one word and I'm back to seeking approval. It's pathetic, really.

My eyes, which were firmly held on the ground up until now slowly look up. My eyes find Callums disgustingly expensive shoes infront me. They're still relatively clean 'annoying' my mind comments, back to defiance apparently. 'If they have to catch me, they could atleast get dirty.' I can't help but think.

I'm now in a kneeling position infront of them. I'm probably dirty, scratches everywhere. I probably look like a mess. It's not the time to care about that though. My lungs are still burning, my breathing ugly and dry. I think I hit my head when I fell, because I can feel something wet running down the back of my head and down my neck. It's warm and thick, running slowly. I still don't dare to move without instructions, so I can't check. My vision is blurry all of a sudden, 'or was it that way since I fell?' I have no idea. My head feels light. My thoughts are scattered. "..Y/N...." someone says, it feels miles away. They say something else too, but I could only make out my name. The shoes in my vision suddenly duplicate. The world feels like it's spinning. The voice sounds angry..... 'why?', my subconsciousness asks. 'Why am I kneeling?' 'wait.. Oh.... I ran.' I can't concentrate on the situation, my thoughts cloud my mind. My head feels so stuffy now, I don't know if my heads screaming, or if its Callum.... maybe Mikhail.

My world is still spinning. Suddenly I feel something firm against my head. It's dirty and smells earthy. 'I'm on the ground again?' 'weird', I feel the corners of my mouth lifting, 'I'm on the floor', my mind snickers amused. The liquid on the back of my head is now running to the floor. 'No worries, the floor is already dirty, my blood won't taint it' I think.

The last time I got blood on the floor, Callum was angry. It was some light carpet. Apparently expensive. 'Well, everything they own is expensive' my mind adds. 'He won't be mad at me right?' I ask myself. 'I ran away, hes already mad anyway.' I think. I now realize I've been chuckling, maybe laughing. 'Out loud?' Yes. I realize that, because my face hurts. All the scratches are being torn open, by my mouth's movements. I can also no longer make out Callums shoes. It's someone's face instead. I can't see properly though.

Someone's screaming my name. 'Oh' it's the face infront of me. 'But it's not mad is it?' 'No, I don't think so'. I'm talking to myself now. The person is worried. I can hear it. 'Or can I?' I question myself. My own weak, dry laugh is still ringing in my ears, 'it probably sounds just as patheticas I feel'. 'I'm still laughing.' I realize once again. My body doesn't seem to cooperate. The people shuffle around me. 'It's not just some people' my mind mocks me 'It's them'.

Before I can answer myself- I'm out. Black dots cover my already blurry vision. And my voice dies down.... and my laugh with it.

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[averyy-rae]

Dear God,...

Yandere Story/Scenario

Part 1 (here) Part 2

Summary: The darling is trying to escape from their yandere boyfriend's and is currently being chased through the woods.

Warnings: Violence, chasing, escape attempt, obsessive behavior, toxic relationship, (sorta) yandere harem, wounds, mentions of emotional abuse.

Note: This is from the darlings perspective, let me know (if anyone reads/likes this) if you want a second part or the boyfriend's perspective. Please give me feedback, this is my first publish on here. :)

Have fun reading.

Darlings POV:

I just ran.

I'm still running.

...

As I'm running, I'm already out of breath. Everything passes by me in a blur. I cant feel my legs. Hell. I cant feel anything.

My mind is too clouded with adrenaline and fear to care about all the scratches and wounds I've collected on my escape so far. I keep tripping, but I stand up on weak, wobbly legs, forcing myself to keep running. To keep going. My whole body is aching, as every fiber of my body is begging me to stop running and take rest. To just lay against the next tree, or even on the dirty floor.

I wish to just stop.

I wish to just collapse on floor and be swallowed whole by it. Not having to worry about anything..., not having to worry about th-

Suddenly my mind goes blank.

as I'm, what feels like being thrown to the floor- I got knocked off my feet mid run. The air gets knocked out of me. Everything happens in a blur and time seems to stop. The only thing I can feel for a moment is my heart stopping.

Only for a split second- I'm outside of my body.

Only for a split second- I'm not myself.

'How I wish that was true'.

The next thing I know is- I'm on the floor, trying to gather my senses. My adrenaline rush seems to wear off. I can hear again, but it's not pleasant, I can hear ragged- enraged breathing.

My heart beats faster, my fear growing as I realize...

He-.... I cut myself off. No... I know better.

They caught me. I feel dread starting to consume me at the thought. Too scared to confirm, I just lay there.

I can suddenly feel every single wound ; every single scratch on my body. All the hasty running and panicked tripping wore me out. As if that wasn't enough, my mind plagues me with horrid thoughts. 'I don't want to be proven right, not this time dear god. I beg you' My mind screams. I know.., the moment I open my eyes.

I will see those eyes. Those eyes I learned to fear. Those eyes I was supposed to obey.

Their eyes.

I can feel them on me. So many pairs of eyes. Roaming my face.. my body, longing to get a look into my deepest thoughts. I know they are waiting-

They want to search my eyes for regret, remorse, anything to stop them.I can feel their enraged stares, accompanied by their breathing. 'Danger' my subconsciousness screams.

I had learned to respect them. I crossed the line before, I tried to run. They've  never hurt me.. 'Physically' my subconsciousness reminds me. 'But this time...I've gone too far', even I realize that. But it's too late.

They want my regret, they want me to beg ; but I can't get myself to regret my decision right now. And my pride still stops me from begging for forgiveness. So I fear what will happen to me when I open my eyes. As much as I wished that I could, I can't lay here forever. I know their patience is growing thinner by the second. I fear I will anger them so much, they won't forgive me this time.

For the first time I fear for my well-being in their presence. I fear...

for my life.

So I take one last shaky breath, stopping my seemingly endless train of thoughts and open my eyes. I immediately wish I didn't. What I'm seeing... I wouldn't have been able to imagine.

'gruesome-'

My thoughts immediately get cut off as he raises his voice to speak. I think at this point, I'm as pale as a corpse. I can hear him trying to suppress the rage in his voice as he says ; a little too sweetly...

"Tag you're it, sweetheart.. "

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