Empty Shell - Yandere X Reader

Ending Two - Ghost

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I woke up early the next morning. I knew I had to leave. Thomas was a psychopath and there was no denying it anymore. I felt no more love for him and it didn't blind me like it did before. Thomas killed Walker in cold blood. He felt nothing while doing it! And I'll feel nothing when I get my revenge.

I looked over beside me and saw Thomas sleeping soundly. I could just image placing a pillow over him and killing him right now. But that would be stupid. I know that he's stronger then me and I'll have to use an actual weapon to do it. I debated everything last night. I couldn't sleep anyway. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Walker's lifeless face and the blood. So, I stayed up and thought of all of my options. I could use the keys I had for Walker to get out. But if I did that them Thomas would notice I'm gone and come to find me. The only way was to kill him before he could kill me or anyone else. It was the best decision. I pulled the blankets off of me slowly. I saw that I was still in my underwear. I was disgusted as I suddenly remembered what I did last night. Who knew that a few hours later, my first boyfriend would kill Walker. I stood up and quickly put on my t-shirt and shorts from last night. Thomas stirred a bit as I pulled up my shorts. I paused and stares at him. But he stayed asleep. I let out the breath I was holding and pulled my shorts up the rest of the way. My plan was just to steal the gun from Thomas room, kill him, and use the keys to get out. It was simple and quick. I crept out of the room and to the door that was right straight down the hall. I glared at the door. It looked so boring and average. Like there could be anything behind that door. It was unfortunate that behind the door was a dead body. I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. I expected the room to smell like a rotting body but the room smelled nice actually. It had only been a few hours since Walker had been shot though. I peered into the room to glance at Walker. He was still in the chair. His jaw was sideways and his eyes were halfway open. His right was laying in his lap and the other was hanging off of the side. His left hand has turned into a discolored purple. It looked like one huge bruise that I know didn't use to be there. I stepped over to his body and looked at it. I felt so bad because this was really all my fault. I was the cause of Walker's death. I grabbed his left arm and tried to place it back into his lap. But when I pulled on it, the arm wouldn't move an inch. It was stuck in place. I sigh and then close my eyes. My head shook and I turned away from Walker. My eyes started to water and I could feel tears at the rim of my eyes. My breath was shaky as I opened my eyes again. The room was a mess. There was a small mattress that was thrown on the floor with a thin blanket. The window was boarded up so there could be no natural light in the room. Other then the mattress was the chair that Walker was in. It was a shitty room that no one should have to live in. But it was odd because the rest of the house was exactly the same as it was when I had left all those years ago. And I definitely don't remember this room being like this. Which means that Thomas must have purposefully made this room into a shithole just for Walker. I shook my head again and then focused back on my main plan. On the bed laid the handgun, the silencer, and the gloves Thomas wore so he wouldn't get fingerprints everywhere. I quickly grabbed the gun without the silencer and walked quickly to the door to leave. But before I left, I turned around and looked at Walker for one last time. 

I closed the door behind me and stared at the gun. My footstep where fast as I went back down the hallway to get Thomas. I ran into the room and held the gun above Thomas's sleeping head. My finger laid on the trigger and I was lightly tapping it. My hands were shaky as I stared at Thomas. I was about to shoot the first guy I fell in love with. He used to be so nice. He was kind to me and took care of me. But he killed three people and Walker's death was the last straw. I finally got up the confidence to pull the trigger. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and started to pull my finger on the gun's trigger. But I suddenly left the gun being pulled away from me. I opened my eyes again to see Thomas sitting up in bed and staring at me. He had a hand around the gun and was lightly pulling it away from me. "What are you doing...?" Thomas asked with a worried look. I stared at him and I was slightly shocked. But I shook my head again and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm going to kill you. For Walker," I growled. Thomas smiled for a second and then slowly started to get up. He kept a hold on the gun as he stood in front of me. "I should've known you saw me. You're smart, (Name). That's why I love you," he put his other hand on my cheek. I smacked his hand away and kept my angry expression. "Don't fucking touch me you psycho!" I lifted the gun up a bit. Thomas frowned and tugged on the handgun. I got pulled a little bit with the gun and I was only a feel inches away from Thomas's face. "Shoot me then. You know you won't do it! Because you love me too!" he smiled at me with a somewhat nervous laugh. He moved the gun so it was aimed right against his heart. I hesitated and felt my breath get shaky again.  I tried to pull the trigger but I just couldn't do it. I could kill someone. It just wasn't in me. I started to lower the gun slightly. Thomas's smile got bigger as he noticed what I was doing. 

But there was suddenly a loud sound coming from outside. It was the sound of police sirens. Both Thomas and I glanced out the window and then looked back at each other. Thomas yanked the gun away from me and then grabbed my arm. He dragged me into the living room and looked out the window. Outside the door was three cop cars. Two cops were already on the doorstep with there weapons up. "Fuck, we gotta get outta here," Thomas cursed. A cop loudly banged on the door which caused Thomas to jump. "Open the door or we'll kick it open!" the policeman yelled from outside. Thomas started to panic. He looked around the house trying to find a way out. But instead, he opened up the door. A second after opening it, he pulled me in front of me and placed the gun to the side of my head. "If you take a step closer to us then she dies!" Thomas yelled at the policemen. The men put their guns up but took a step back away from the door. I gritted my teeth and stayed still. I wanted to fight him but I was too worried I get shot to even try. The cops just stood there being totally useless. 

Thomas wrapped his arm around the front of my shoulders. "Why did you try to leave me again?" Thomas whispered in my ear. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Why?! Because you're a fucking psycho! I tried to like you and I actually did for a while. But you ruined it, Thomas! You fucking ruined everything," I yelled at him. His grip tightened on the gun and it was shoved closer to my head. He laughed at me and I felt his chest moving as he chuckled loudly. "I ruined it?! You're the one that moved away. You didn't even care about how I felt," his arm moved from my shoulder to my neck. I shook my head. The gun touched my hair. "That wasn't my fault. It was my mom's. She moved. She left my dad! I get that your parents died but I haven't seen my dad in years!" I replied. I was just so mad about everything. And I had the right to be. I saw three people killed and I was stolen from my home. Thomas had ruined my life and everyone else's. "Oh ya, your dad! You amazing dad that would do anything for you! I almost forgot about him," I could just tell that Thomas was smirking. I raised my eyebrow at Thomas's comment. "What are you talking about?" I mumbled, my jaw clenched. Thomas moved closer to me and placed his mouth right next to my ear. "I killed him, (Name). I murdered your dad! He was just sitting in this house like an idiot when we got here! Didn't you wonder why everything was exactly the same?" he laughed. My eyes water instantly and I felt a lump in my throat. "But listen to me, (Name). Your dad was a lowlife. He deserved it. He never helped you as a kid. He didn't even save you from drowning! That was me! Because I love you," his arm around my neck tightened slightly as if he was giving me a hug. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. Thomas noticed me crying and started to loosen his grip on the gun and me. Here was my change. He was distracted. I kicked him in the knee. He let go of me and started hopping around to hold onto his knee. His gun was waving around in the air. I looked behind me and saw the cops starting to move. I glanced back at Thomas who was starting to regain his composure. I quickly made a run for the door. But suddenly something hit me. I felt like I had been kicked in the back hard. I felt the air knocked out of me and I feel to the ground. I tried to breathe but it hurt. While I gasped for air, the pain started to change. It started to feel like it was burning. Almost like someone had placed a hot metal on my back and my chest was started to hurt as well. I moved my hand down to the place that hurt. It was wet. I lifted my hand back up and stared at it. My hand was suddenly covered in bright red blood. I rolled over to my side and realized Thomas had shot me in the back and it came out of my chest. I put my hand over the hole in my chest and looked up at Thomas. 

His face was red and his eyes were puffy. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked back at me. "I-I'm sorry (Name)! It wasn't supposed to end this way. Just know that I love you!" he cried loudly. He suddenly lifted the gun until it was under his chin. I gasped and then closed my eyes. I heard a loud bang as the gun went off. I warily opened my eyes slightly. There was a thud as Thomas hit the floor. The cops started to run into the house. They spread throughout the entire house looking for other people. One of them kneeled down beside Thomas and placed two fingers on his throat. He shook his head and sighed. Thomas was really dead. I started to feel lightheaded as my wound was going numb. I was feeling faint when somebody picked me up and carried me away. I was laid down inside an ambulance. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Ava sitting beside me in the ambulance. 

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Dear Diary,

Today I went to (Name)'s funeral. It was really sad. The sky was gray and it was raining slightly. It was almost like the sky was as sad as I was when she died. It was all my fault too. I was the one that figured out where Thomas and Walker took her. I was the one that called the police to go check the house. (Name) would still be alive if it wasn't for me. (Name) is dead and that the end. It's over. She's gone forever.

Sign, Ava.