[Y/N] had felt her fear before she heard her own screams.

" Mom! Dad!" She screamed, as she commanded her legs to keep moving and moving until she was finally at her parents' aid. But with or without her struggle to go to her mother and father and hug them, it was no use. They kept getting away and away and the vacant world she was in would get longer and confusing.

Get out. This isn't real.

The constant female and male screams had made her cry more. It had gotten under her skin, replaying over and over again like a broken record. It ringed in [Y/N]'s ears, and which each step she took her nerves shattered into tiny pieces. [Y/N] stopped dead in her tracks and her [E/C] eyes widened in terror. Something had gotten close to her parents and raised a knife.

Get out [Y/N], this is just a nightmare.

" No! Stop!" She yelled at the top at her lungs, hoping it would turn around and give his full attention towards her, but not her parents. [Y/N] watched in her front row seat as she saw the knife being plunged down and into their bodies. Crimson blood instantly ran out as soon as the sharp object made contact with them. [Y/N] sobbed as yet again she had to suffer her parents dying. The empathy. The feeling was too unbearable for her and soon as the screaming subsided, everything became quiet and something in her mind clicked.

Stop, [Y/N]. Let go.

[Y/N] woke up with a start and glanced around. Her bedroom was dark, besides of the light the moon was giving to illuminate a small bit. She was shaking terribly, tears running down her face and her heart was beating a million times a minute. [Y/N] sighed and pulled her knees up against her chest, [F/C] colored tail wrapping around her legs. [F/C] colored ears twitched around, noticing the false sense of danger. It was probably because of her dream; it pulsed into her, making it seem realistic. The imagery had wrapped around her, suffocating her, until something snapped in her and woke her up.

She was tired of this.

Because of this cruel imagination from her mind, [Y/N] had gotten to a point where she became an insomniac and barely could get any sleep. The girl looked over at her alarm clock and sighed again. 12:05 P.M. Her mood was changing ever so often, from cheerful and bubbly to aggravated and zombie like. Food wasn't an option anymore, she couldn't eat, and by the looks of it, it had concerned her parents terribly so. In their mind, they had an idea to cure her issues and they hoped their kind of treatment would have the best results they needed. Unfortunately it had gotten worse as she grew older, and it would end up with [Y/N] thrashing and screaming in her sleep. Or at least that's what her parents have told her had been happening.

[Y/N] decided a nice glass cup of water would help refresh her mind and calm her down. She bobbed and weaved through options, one of them being that if she got caught late at night, she would get another life speech of how she should take care of things. [Y/N] shook her head and swung both her legs over to the edge of her bed. After getting accustomed to the cold hardwood floor, she walked downstairs, passing by her parents' bedroom.

The girl stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a glass cup from the top drawers and filled it up with water. The cold liquid rushed down her throat, calming her every nerves down. She knew it was just what she needed for a good night's sleep, so after she set the cup in the sink she went up the stairs and made her way to her bedroom.

She stopped walking for a second when she heard soft whispering coming from the other room. [Y/N] slowly made her way towards the door, wondering if her mother and father were just talking amongst themselves. The floor creaked beneath her, making her worries come back again. She slowly pressed her ear against the door and listened. Whispers. Tiny whispers of someone talking.

" Mom? Dad? Is everything alright?"

There was a long pause before she answered. " Y-Yes sweetie! Everything's fine, just go back to your room. It's late."

Without responding, [Y/N] spun around and reluctantly walked back. She could tell she was lying; the proof was evident in her voice. But what made her compel? What made her turn around and just think that everything was fine and didn't have anything to worry about?

The [H/C] haired girl crawled back onto her bed and stared off into space. Various shuffling sounds and a thud came tumbling down the hallway outside her room. Something was wrong, but here she was, sitting on her bed. She was out of it; her dreams had drained her out and now she felt exhausted and tired like always. And slowly.. the puzzle pieces connected and realization came crashing down upon her.

[Y/N] scrambled out of her bed and ran straight towards the bedroom across the hallway. Her hand reached out and pulled on the silver doorknob, slightly turning it to open the door. And before she knew it, she let out a shriek.

Her mother and father- the only two people in this world who actually gave her clothing, a roof and food on her plate- were mutilated to death, stabbed multiple times rather aggressively. Blood was everywhere, from where her lifeless parents sat on their bed to the walls and the floor. It was simply too much to take in.

" Don't you like it?" A raspy male voice asked behind her. " It's one of my many masterpieces."

[Y/N] turned around to lock gazes with the man who created their demise. What she saw was morbid. Powder white face, messy jet black hair that reached his collarbone, black eyes rimmed with white and a smile she'd remember for years. It looked like he carved it in himself, reaching his ears down to his lips. He wore a blood stained sweater with black pants and black converse sneakers. " W-Who are you?"

" Now, now don't you think it's a tad rude?" He cooed. " You haven't looked at their beautiful faces long enough!" The man turned her around, forcing her to look at something she didn't notice earlier. Their faces had the same damage he had, both of them having a carved smile on their agony filled faces.

Within one second, he was already in front of [Y/N]. " It took me a while to make them look as beautiful as me.. but it was worth it. They looked like such a big disgrace. Aw, don't frown sunshine! You'll see, you'll get used to their new looks in a heartbeat."

Her eye sight got blurry from the angry tears she let fall down on her cheeks. " Y-You killed them, you bastard!"

" That is such a strong word on my opinion. I did not kill them, I made them go to sleep." She stared back at him and saw the crazed look in his eyes. And as thunder roared from outside, the man let out a laugh a lunatic would do. It sent chills down her spine.

Without knowing anything she was about to do, her claws popped out from her nails and she lashed them out at him, failing miserably. He saw this coming, and without any trouble, he grabbed her wrist and tightened his grip on it. [Y/N] yelped out in pain and held back words she wished she could say to his face.

" A fighter, aren't you kitty cat?"

" Don't call me that!" She growled. " Let me go!"

He cocked his head with amusement. " You know, I'd make you go to sleep just like your poor mommy and daddy.. but I'd rather save you for a rainy day."

[Y/N] watched as he pulled out his knife from his sweater pocket and laid it on her wrist he was holding. Blood came out as soon as he started writing something she couldn't quite nearly see until he moved the knife away. She looked at it and gasped. He carved a 'JTK' and then laughed about it. He just loved the suffering and pain he'd caused tonight.

" What did you-"

" They call me Jeff, sunshine. I hope you don't forget about our special night." He let her go and walked towards the window that was open. " Because I'll be back. I promise you that."

Without another word, Jeff climbed out into the darkness never to be seen. [Y/N] fell down on the bloody floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The nightmares, the dreams she had been witnessing had come true. And it had left a mark on her. Permanently.