Proxy in Command (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 15

I rolled my eyes. "Enough of that. So, do you accept my deal?"

She sighed. "I accept, but you have to help me write the note because I don't know what exactly I need to write."

She got up and stumbled as she went to the room behind me. Since my back was turned to her, I couldn't help but smirk at how foolish she was. She came back with a piece of paper and pen and sat down next to me.

"So how exactly do I start the letter?"She asked.

"Start by stating how you're feeling and that you can't take on life anymore," I suggested.

She nodded and started writing. Since I was next to her, I was reading what she was writing.

"Then tell him how you're planning on committing suicide," I added.

"So I'm telling him I'm going to jump off a bridge?"

I shook my head.   "No or else you will make it obvious it was a plan. He should call you tomorrow  and then you'll tell him about your suicidal plan."

She nodded and proceeded to write. After she was done, she handed me the paper so that I can revise it.

Derek,

I'm sorry I couldn't be strong enough to take on life. Truth is, accepting you didn't love me was harder than dealing with life and paying taxes along with bills. I never understood that shit. It came to the point where I'm having these dark thoughts again. I realized that everyone would be better off without me. I'm going to commit suicide, Derek. But please, don't blame yourself. This was my choice.

With lots and lots of love, Rachel.

I rolled my eyes as I read her pathetic letter.

"I want to apologize for your thighs. I guess if I have known you didn't want him I wouldn't have done that," she apologized.

"It's alright" I assured her as I handed her back her letter. I stood up as I looked down at her. "Sign your letter at the bottom, you know, so that he can tell you wrote it."

She nodded and signed the letter as I walked behind her.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" She asked.

"Oh, it'll definitely work," I smirked as I grabbed my pocket knife in my hoodie pocket with my dominant hand. I covered her mouth with my other hand and stabbed her in the heart. "It'll definitely work for me," I whispered.

I looked down as I saw her pained expression. The sight in front of me made me chuckle.

" I recall that you don't believe Creepypastas are real. What if I told you 'the' Y/N L/N is killing you?" I smirked.

Her eyes widen in fear which made me stab her one more time.

"I don't let others hurt me and what you did earlier on will never be forgiven. This is your punishment for daring to hurt me." I stabbed her one more time and left the knife in her chest. Her head limply fell on my arm so I gently laid her head on the armrest of the couch.

Since I was wearing gloves, my fingerprints weren't on the handle of my pocket knife. I grabbed her hands and made it seem as she was holding the knife. In other words, she committed suicide by stabbing herself.

I stared at her dead body in awe. It felt forever since I have killed someone. The feeling of superiority was what strengthens me, what made me feel myself. 

Slowly my insanity was disappearing and was replaced with fear again. The security camera was what worried me if someone was behind it or they could look back at the footage and see I was the last one who came here.