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You’re engulfed in darkness and silence. 

“H-hello? Is anyone there?” 

Your voice resonates throughout the area, sound echoing off the “walls”.

Suddenly, a soft light pours down, illuminating a figure.

“Josh”, you sigh in relief as you see your boyfriend safe and sound. 

He opens his arms out to you, and you gladly run into them. Not a second later though, he harshly throws you to the ground. You grunt from the sudden pain, and when you open your eyes, the shiny end of a revolver pointed at your head. 

Your boyfriend’s sweet, green eyes are now replaced lifeless black spots in the mask. His clothes are covered in crimson blood. 

You see the psycho take the safety off the gun, finger placed on the trigger. You try to protect your face. 

“J-Josh, please don’t”, you whimper, trying to reason with him.

The psycho laughs.

“Who’s Josh?” he states before pulling the trigger.

Your e/c eyes widen as you hear the final boom.

Beep.

You open your eyes, gasping for air.

Beep.

You’re no longer in the dark room. The place you are in now smells sanitary and clean.

Beep.

Turning your head, you see a heart rate monitor. 

Ahh... So I’m in a hospital.

You relax momentarily before remembering what had happened. You try to stand up, but the unbearable pounding in your head stops you. Looking around, you find a small remote with settings for the bed and a nurse calling button. You press it quickly, fingers tapping on the back nervously. 

Soon, a nurse clad in all light blue shrubs comes into your room. 

“Hi honey, how are you feeling?” she asks, moving closer to sit next to you.

“Where’s Josh?”, you blurt out unintentionally. Still, you had to know if he was okay.

She holds your hand gently. 

“Josh will be alright. He sustained some severe burns to the left side of his body along with mild scratches and some broken ribs”, she tells you.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. 

“Can I go see him?” you request hopefully.

She frowns. “Not now. He’s in ICU currently for his burns, and only immediate family is let in. I’m sorry. And besides, you took quite a fall. You need to rest for a little longer”.

You slump back onto the bed. You knew you couldn’t argue, because your head hurt so badly.

Every one of you! Got my name!

I mean, how does it feel?

Do you enjoy being terrorized? Humiliated? Panicked?

They didn’t get to laugh it off! No, nope, they’re gone!

It’s such a delight to play the puppet master!

“Josh...”, you mumble, softly rubbing your rope burned wrists.

“S-Shut up y/n! Now, now, where was I...?”

Your heart stings at his harsh words.

“No y/n, he doesn’t mean it...”, you console yourself.

When you look into his intense green eyes, however, you don’t get the butterflies in your stomach anymore. Instead, fear stabs at your heart. 

But, there’s something still there. You can see he’s just scared too; he’s trapped in this phase and he can’t get out. You, being his girlfriend of four years, knew him better than anyone else, even Chris. He would never, I mean ever, do anything to intentionally hurt you or his friends. 

It finally dawned on you- He must have stopped taking his medication. 

You remember the first month after losing his sisters. Josh was obviously mentally broken. You and his parents finally convinced him to go to Dr. Hill. The sessions weren’t working as well as hoped, so Hill prescribed him medication. At first, Josh didn’t want to take it, because it made him feel weaker than he already felt. But, one night, after staying up all night, you had convinced him that losing his sisters was very very hard and he was more strong than most people would have been. And, you had convinced him taking medication did not make him weak, it just helped him, and there’s nothing wrong with that. 

So, you guessed that maybe since today was the anniversary of their disappearance, he lost it and put away the medication before taking it.

“Jessica is dead”, you hear Mike whisper.

“W-what?”, Josh asks, obviously surprised.

You see Mike approaching Josh, and you immediately move in front of your boyfriend.

“Mike, back off”, you say threateningly, baring your teeth slightly.

“Oh wow, y/n! Are you really defending this asshole?! Were you in on this too?”, he says, moving closer.

“I was not! Leave Josh alone!”, you yell, pushing Josh slightly back. 

“Y/n move out of the way!”, Mike screams, shoving you on the ground. 

Dizzy from the sudden fall to the ground, you barely see Mike pushing Josh back.

“Did you hear me, Josh? Jessica is dead, AND YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING PAY YOU DICK!”

Time seems to stop. You couldn’t let Mike hurt Josh, you just couldn’t. But then, the stinging of your wrists remind you of the awful thing he has done to you. You look up at Josh. He looks so god damn heartbroken and scared, like a lost puppy. He was just lost again, and he couldn’t help it.