Obsession (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Family

(Welp! It's the second "Jeff The Killer X Reader" story!! ^^ And I'm proud to say this story is something I'm excited about writing, so I will work on this more often! :D Hope you enjoy! ^^)

You were sitting in your room as you laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling with your hands on your stomach, thinking of what you had done wrong. Your friends have been ignoring you and your family rarely speaks to you anymore. Perhaps it was because of those "horror stories" you've been reading online? Maybe the gory pictures you were drawing? No. That couldn't have been it, right? That's normal for Teens like you. Right?

You sat up from your bed and stared blankly at the wall in front of you. You saw pencil drawings on your walls. These drawings were the cause of you once you were five or so. You had often drew pictures of people smiling. In fact, that was what you wanted. You wanted to smile, too. Yet, your whole life has been nothing but silence. You never had any true friends that would call you, text you, or anything like that.

You blinked before hearing your name called from downstairs. "Y/N! Dinner's ready! Come down before it gets cold!" my mother had called. You looked down at your hands, seeing scars all over your hands. They were from times when kids used to push you to the rocky, rough ground. You had scraped your hands many times. You didn't want to worry your parents, so you only picked a pair of plain, dark gray gloves from your desk beside your bed, and put them on. They were thin, yet thick enough for you to not get scraped or scratched easily. "Y/N! Come on! Come down for Dinner!"

Once you arrived downstairs your mother only looked at you with a sigh that you don't come out of your room much anymore. But, why would they want you to come out of your room? No one talks to you anyway.

You walked over to the dinner table and sat down, seeing a plate of food in the place you sat at. You looked at the whole table to see three other plates full of food. You started to eat, chewing and crunching. You were eating Mac 'N Cheese with a side of Toast.

"Mom, I didn't get a drink," you simply said, looking over at her to see her about to walk over and sit at the table.

"Oh. I'm sorry..." your mother looked at you with disappointed eyes. "I guess you'll have to get yourself a drink, then."

You looked at her surprise, seeing she brought the whole table a drink of water except for her. "But, Mom! You got everyone else a drink. Why won't..."

You got cut off by the sound of your mother speaking, "You need to learn to grow up, Y/N." She sounded slightly upset as she only sat down across from you.

You looked away in frustration and sadness, thinking that your mom didn't even think of you as part of the family. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the jug of water. You closed the fridge and walked back into the living room to then see the whole family was sitting there, looking at you and waiting for you to sit down. You walked over and sat down across from your mother, looking to your right to see your father sitting next to your mother. You set your drink next to your plate and smiled faintly at your father.

"Hello, Dad," you spoke, waving silently at him.

"Hello," was all your dad had to say to you before picking up his fork and started eating.

You then finally looked over to your right to see your brother. "Hi, James. How's your day?"

Your brother James didn't even look at you before saying, "Fine." He looked at his food and started eating.

You felt alone. Lonely. No one wanted to talk to you and no one even cared. Not even your own bloodline family.

Looking down, you started to eat. You felt sad and lonely. Crunching and chewing of your toast was the only thing that got the loneliness off your mind for now. Am I going to be forever alone? you thought to yourself sadly. Even if you wanted to try to make friends, you couldn't. No one had an interest in you and no one had the time.

Once it was time to head to bed, you got in your bed, your mother turning off the lights and closing the door once you got in bed without even a "goodnight". You closed your eyes and couldn't seem to fall asleep this night. There was just too much of a chilling feeling that you had tonight. As if someone was watching you. You only brushed the feeling off as paranoia and closed your eyes, sooner or later falling asleep.