"You promised me. You swore this would never happen again." I plead, wishing that the last time would remain the last. "And yet this is what it has come to." Her face betrays her apologetic tone, and still her expression remains twisted and manic. Sometimes children are born to be cruel, not so much as effected by their environment but more so through blood. I am one of those children. (this is a Slasher x reader fanfiction. Every character besides Y/n do not belong to me and I give credit to their creators.)