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At first, I started writing this as a oneshot, but realized I could dig a lot deeper.

Please favorite, and leave a comment. I'm curious to see what others think c:

Y/N = Your Name

B/N = Your Boyfriend's Name

|third POV|

Y/N woke up in cold sweats, gasping for air. She felt as if there was a vice grip at her throat, and the air almost seemed to smell... metallic? Her nightmare was way too realistic, and it felt as if it followed her in her waking world. Something felt off, but Y/N scorned herself that she was just being paranoid. Still, she couldn't fall asleep, so she got up and stumbled in the dark to the bathroom conjoined to her room. With a flick of her hand, the light was on, and she cringed in the light. Yep, she looked like a mess. Y/N splashed some cold water on her face, and then dried off. Her boyfriend would have to be up in a few hours for work, so she might as well enjoy his presence for a little longer. Leaving the bathroom, she heard what sounded like frantic rustling of sheets. Then again, B/N moved around a lot in his sleep. She staggered back into bed and nestled closer to B/N praying silently she wouldn't fall back into her nightmare. Before she drifted off, Y/N felt the heavy arm of her boyfriend wrap around her.

|Timeskip to Morning|

Y/N's eyes fluttered open. There was a cold breeze in the room, indicating that B/N must have left the window open. "What the hell, B/N," Y/N muttered to herself groggily. She pulled herself into a sitting position, but froze in pure terror as soon as she gazed around the brightly lit room. Pools of dark blood painted the once tan carpet, and bloody shoe prints led to the closed closet. The metallic smell. Y/N slowly stepped out of her bed, creeping towards the closet. Taking in a jagged breath, she pulled the door opened and shrieked.

Hanging from a rope tied on a coat hanger was the lifeless body of B/N. He was shirtless, with a knife plunged deep into his abdomen. Crusted blood trailed down his pants and onto the floor. His lifeless eyes were wide and stared in horror back at Y/N. Y/N buckled under her weight, which seemed much heavier than before. She dropped on the ground and backed away until her back met the bed. Sobs wrecked her body, tears flooding her vision. That is, until she just barely made out a flash of yellow. A sticky note was posted on the inside of the closet door. Determined yet scared shitless to see what it read, she leaned forward and peeled it off with a quivering hand. As soon as she grabbed it, she hurried right back to her spot and read the note.

"Thanks for the cuddle, Y/N. I must say, it was comforting after what happened with your boyfriend. I'm sure we'll meet up soon,"

Y/N's heart stopped as soon as she read that. Her grip relaxed, allowing the note to fall beside her. What was she doing?? She had to call the police! Hauling herself to her wobbling legs, Y/N raced for her home phone, dialing 911 frantically. She sobbed lightly as she reported the murder to the operator, waiting on the phone until police could arrive at the scene. Time seemed to speed up, as everything seemed like a blur as the police arrived with the warning of sirens and flashing lights.

Time sped up even more as she was led into a cop car and taken to the police station by a kind lady who didn't press any questions. Even in her time of hysteria, Y/N couldn't muster the ability to forget about that post it note. Who the hell was there?

Description

At first, I started writing this as a oneshot, but realized I could dig a lot deeper.

Please favorite, and leave a comment. I'm curious to see what others think c:

Y/N = Your Name

B/N = Your Boyfriend's Name

|third POV|

Y/N woke up in cold sweats, gasping for air. She felt as if there was a vice grip at her throat, and the air almost seemed to smell... metallic? Her nightmare was way too realistic, and it felt as if it followed her in her waking world. Something felt off, but Y/N scorned herself that she was just being paranoid. Still, she couldn't fall asleep, so she got up and stumbled in the dark to the bathroom conjoined to her room. With a flick of her hand, the light was on, and she cringed in the light. Yep, she looked like a mess. Y/N splashed some cold water on her face, and then dried off. Her boyfriend would have to be up in a few hours for work, so she might as well enjoy his presence for a little longer. Leaving the bathroom, she heard what sounded like frantic rustling of sheets. Then again, B/N moved around a lot in his sleep. She staggered back into bed and nestled closer to B/N praying silently she wouldn't fall back into her nightmare. Before she drifted off, Y/N felt the heavy arm of her boyfriend wrap around her.

|Timeskip to Morning|

Y/N's eyes fluttered open. There was a cold breeze in the room, indicating that B/N must have left the window open. "What the hell, B/N," Y/N muttered to herself groggily. She pulled herself into a sitting position, but froze in pure terror as soon as she gazed around the brightly lit room. Pools of dark blood painted the once tan carpet, and bloody shoe prints led to the closed closet. The metallic smell. Y/N slowly stepped out of her bed, creeping towards the closet. Taking in a jagged breath, she pulled the door opened and shrieked.

Hanging from a rope tied on a coat hanger was the lifeless body of B/N. He was shirtless, with a knife plunged deep into his abdomen. Crusted blood trailed down his pants and onto the floor. His lifeless eyes were wide and stared in horror back at Y/N. Y/N buckled under her weight, which seemed much heavier than before. She dropped on the ground and backed away until her back met the bed. Sobs wrecked her body, tears flooding her vision. That is, until she just barely made out a flash of yellow. A sticky note was posted on the inside of the closet door. Determined yet scared shitless to see what it read, she leaned forward and peeled it off with a quivering hand. As soon as she grabbed it, she hurried right back to her spot and read the note.

"Thanks for the cuddle, Y/N. I must say, it was comforting after what happened with your boyfriend. I'm sure we'll meet up soon,"

Y/N's heart stopped as soon as she read that. Her grip relaxed, allowing the note to fall beside her. What was she doing?? She had to call the police! Hauling herself to her wobbling legs, Y/N raced for her home phone, dialing 911 frantically. She sobbed lightly as she reported the murder to the operator, waiting on the phone until police could arrive at the scene. Time seemed to speed up, as everything seemed like a blur as the police arrived with the warning of sirens and flashing lights.

Time sped up even more as she was led into a cop car and taken to the police station by a kind lady who didn't press any questions. Even in her time of hysteria, Y/N couldn't muster the ability to forget about that post it note. Who the hell was there?