BD x Reader CHp. 2

I Think Someone Is Watching Me
Chp. 2 Surprise

The sun's light gently coated her with its warmth, she rubbed her  eyes in a cute manner, she looked truly adorable. [NAME] yawned and stretched at the same time, sje felt something faint, but there; a feeling she were being watched. As if something was in here in her room with her, she couldn't easily brush it off. The paranoia was slowly sinking into, slowly but harshly. This wasn't how she wanted to start her Saturday morning off, with her possibly having a panick atack and passing out on to her floor. Well, no wonder why, she grabbed the statue that was sitting on the dresser next to her bed. She automatically smiled, it was a weird thing she did. Every time she saw or picked the small statue, she felt happy and bubbily, even more happy when she was with her boyfriend. [NAME] also felt a small dark feeling, like if it had weight on her. That, she can brush off, but the feeling of being watched, no.

[NAME] sighed, she set the statue where it originally was, on her closed jewelry box, it usually kept her brother away from it. It was like it protected her things from him, she smiled. Ever since she had him, she felt like everything was safe, every problem she had she would grab the small statue and stroke its elf hat. Sure, it may be creepy, but she really didn't care, she just felt like everything was alright. [NAME] headed to her closet and grabbed a towel, she went into the bathroom; preparing for a shower. She didn't realise a certain pair of eyes followed. She felt the warm water gently caress her body, her fingers dove into her hair, gently lathering the shampoo and conditioner. [NAME] couldn't explain it, when she got into the shower or bath, she felt like she was one with the water, it was like a natural thing. She always stayed their longer than she should be. After rinsing out the shampoo and the soap, she turned off the water. Grabbing the soft towel, she dried off, putting on her [favorite clothing], she brushed the tangled mess, she brushed her teeth, and did what the normal routine was.

When [NAME] was walking towards her room, she opened the door, she heard a soft thud. She  looked down, and she kicked something by accident, the statue! [NAME] ran to get it, feeling a bit sorry, a small scratch was on it. Now, she felt really bad. Even though it was weird for her to over react to an inanimate object. She looked at herself, okay, maybe she should calm down a bit. She took a small breath, and  looked closely at the statue. Oh, it was just some dirt and not a scratch. Haha. Now, she felt like an idiot for over reacting, espically something like this, but for some reason she needed to. Picking herself up, she set the statue on her...now opened jewlery box. There's no reason to yell if there's no one to yell at, she looked to see if there was anything missng besides a couple of earrings. Her necklace! The one her grandmother gave her, it's gone! He wouldn't, no, he knows it was the one grandmother gave her, right? [NAME] stormed out the room leaving the statue on the dresser, she opened his bedroom door. He was asleep, much to her surprise, she pushed him off the bed, alerting him. "What the fuck! [NAME]!"

He growled, he must have a hangover, because she heard a bottle drop with him. While he scratching his head,"What. Did. You. Do. With. The. Necklace?" Her voice was at its lowest, venom dripping with every word. Despite the painful hangover, he looked up, surprised she was angry. Well, enough to show it that is. "What necklace, ow" he said when he rubbed his head wrong. "The one that our Grandmother gave me, dipshit." He frowned,"Hey, hey, cool it. Geez, why do you think I had anything to do with it? Why don't you go ask mother-dearest, I'm  sure she would love to tell you." he ended sarcastically.[NAME] growled in frustration. [NAME] stormed into her room, knowing once she had it, it was gone. She wanted to cry, one of the many few things she cherished, it was gone. Grandma was one of the people [NAME] loved, the other was....she couldn't remember. She felt a tear stream down her left cheek, she sat on her bed.

Yet, again it went unnoticed, the statue that was sitting on her dresser, was facing her way. She was glaring down at the ground, this is was one of the lowest things [IN] could've possibly done. [NAME] wanted to smack her, scream out, hit the wall, but what could that accomplish? Nothing. And that's what [NAME's] life practically was, shit. She let out a shaky sigh, anger slowly cooling down, her patience usually waned when she was in this state. She just sat back up and went to grab her phone from it's charger, she had two unread messages, one from her best friend, Taylor, and her boyfriend. Both of them were practically the same. "Hey<3"

Texting, [NAME] waited for both replies, Taylor's came first. Though, after a few minutes, she assumed that Rick wasn't there. In a few minutes, she felt a little better. Taylor awlays made her feel better, depite having troubles of his own, yeah /his/ he's a guy, deal with it. Besides, the thought of him and her dating would be too awkward, she practically treats him like a brother. Sure they 'flirt' but they laugh at it in the end. The flirting never went to far, nor was it serious. Anyways, she heard a loud thump, turning her head, the thump went louder, she texted Taylor. [NAME] weren't the type to panic over sudden noises, but when everything was completely silent but her breathing and those thumping noises....yeah.

\What's the matter babe?\ -Taylor

[NAME]-/I heard a loud thumping noise, it's quiet, you know, to quiet./
The thump went louder.

\Well hate to tell ya..\-Taylor

[NAME]-/What?/

A second passed along with another, and the thumping went louder.

\You should call the Ghostbusters\-Taylor

She glared at the text, /Ghostbusters...really? /

[NAME] turn her head to see the small link statue no longer on her dresser, but where? Then she heard a whispered chattereing noise, looking over, the statue was right next to the opened  laptop. The door swung opened and a body collapsed after it was opened, [NAME's] mother, was dead. Blood spilling out and a plastic bag holding the spillful contents of her, tied  in a blood-stained, white, decorative bow, with a small tag with a heart.[NAME] heard a small ding, that sounded similiar to Facebook alert. 'Cleverbot' responded with a supposingly cheerful greeting.




Do you like what I had done to your mother?