Psycho 2 [ Billy Loomis x F!Reader ]

⁹ 'Hurt'

When I finally return to college, the sun is almost set, a bright colour of orange covers the sky. I barge into the doors and rush to my dorm. I grab a small blade from by bag (don't know why I brang it but I guess it could be useful) and stab myself in the stomach. I groan in pain. I hold onto the closet behind me. Blood oozes out my wound. I yank the knife out my body and stab my leg, which causes me to fumble forwards.

I let out a quiet scream, as I try to rise up from the ground. My forehead begins to bleed because I fell over.

That's good though.

Blood drips onto the floor and I wipe it quickly. I slide the knife our my neck, wincing in pain. I limp out my dorm, staggering my way over to the entrance, making sure that noone's nearby. I walk outside and enter again. "H-Help me, please!" I shout, whimpering in 'pain'. "HELP!!" I scream.

Billy, and a group of other students, come rushing down the stairs. Fake tears stream down my face as I crash into Billy's muscular arms. "What happened, Ari?!" I hear.

"T-The k-k-killer.. t-they stabbed me." I cry, gripping onto my boyfriend's arms. "It's okay, I'll take you somewhere safe.

Within half an hour or so, I've arrived back at the fucking hospital. I tell them my madeup story about what happened. "I was in my hospital room, the killer came in. They locked the door. I had no escape, so I just climbed through the window, and I managed to escape without them following.." I explain. Dewey, along with a few other officers, nod.

Dewey sighs. "She's really injured." he states.

Bandages were currently wrapped around my body. I'll have to stay here for a while until they heal.

In my hospital room, my boyfriend is already sitting in there, his leg bouncing up and down. I slowly make my way over to him and wrap my arms around him, fake crying. "B-Billy.. I'm so hurt.." I whimper. I can hear Billy's frantic breathing.

"It's all my fucking fault. I told you that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. But I did. And now look at you, you have multiple stabs, there's blood on your fucking clothes. It's all my fault." Billy murmurs, sadness in his eyes. I slid each of my hands into his, a soft smile on my face. "Don't worry. I-I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me, babe. I know that you're not okay." he whispers in my ear. "Really, I'm fine." I state. Billy lays me on my bed, kissing my cheek.

"I will stay here all night to make sure that you're safe." Billy informs, snuggling up under the covers of my bed. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight, my wounds hurting a little. "You don't have to stay here, Bill. You can just go to college, you know." I smile gently at him. "No. I am staying here wether you like it or not." he says, gripping onto my hand and holding it tightly.

His freehand softly runs over my bandaged wounds. He kisses each of them, making sure not to kiss it too hard, though. "I love you, Y/N. To the moon and back, I fucking love you."

I turn to him, his eyes are soft and gentle. His lips are curled into a reassuring smile. I can't help but smile aswell. "You're not a killer. You can't be a killer." I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. He does the same, along with a long kiss of love on my cheek.