Helplessly falling in love (Creepypasta x Neko!Reader)

Chapter 33

Lucky you.
You had been dating Jackson for over 3 weeks now.
It was all lovey-dovey stuff, besides all the treatments from the doctors here and there.
On this precise moment, you were on your bed, your head on your boyfriend's lap.
He played with your hair, making you feel relaxed, almost falling asleep.
Jack smiled, looking down at you.
He was so happy to have you.
You were finally his, and only his.

"Jacky...?" You sleepily mumbled.

"Yes?"

"Would you promise me something?"

"Depends." He hummed.

"Promise...Promise you'll never leave me..."

Jack let out a soft hum.

"I would never leave you. I will always be by your side." He softly chirped, giving your forehead a quick peck, making you giggle.

"I'm glad." You said, closing your eyes and relaxing under his touch.

~

It was night, and you were already asleep in your bed.
On the other hand, Jack was going insane.
He had one of his cravings once again.
He glanced over at you.
He wouldn't.
He couldn't.
He gripped his hair with a hiss, slightly pulling it.
He looked up at the window.
Since he was taller now, maybe...
He recreated the plan he did a few years ago with you.
He pushed the nightstand right under the window and stood on it.
He stretched his arm far up.
He barely reached it, but he made it.
He opened the window with a grin of success.
He glanced over at the camera.
Good, it was pointing at you.
He looked over to you.
He would be back.
He lifted himself up and placed a leg over the window.
Next to the window was a waterpipe.
Not so smart from the doctors.
Jack clung onto the waterpipe and slid down to the ground.
All these years, he finally had some fresh air.
He felt the fresh breeze go through his hair as he smiled.
Finally.
He could get what he desired.
Part of him didn't want to do this, but he needed it.

~

Next morning you woke up, and Jack was nowhere to be seen.

"Jack?"

You looked around the room, under the beds, nothing.
Where did he go?

"Jacky?"

Nope.
He was supposed to be in his bed.
He couldn't be having treatment in the morning, so where was he then?
You felt a cold breeze enter the room, along with bright sunbeams.
With squinted eyes, you looked up at the window, which was open.
The nightstand was right under it.


"O-Oh, no..."