I wake up and my body feels sore, I get up trying to act like it doesn't hurt but all I wanna do is cry.

I head to the bathroom to get my medkit and bring it back to my room, I check my phone for the time, I don't want my parents to see this

*7:03*

1 Missed Call

Shit Billy called and I missed it,

I dial his number and call back,

It rings for a bit, but, no answer. He's probably just busy. I set my phone down and start cleaning my face, wiping away the now dried blood and trying to disinfect the cuts.

I was gonna change my clothes, but I haven't eaten today and I don't have the energy to.

I make a sandwich and head back to my room, I should probably clean up the bloody tissues and cotton pads.

When I get back to my room I feel a breeze, my windows open, it was closed when I left, which means one thing.

I stand there for a moment waiting for him to come out, but nothing

"I know you're here" I say, it hurts to speak

"Damn you caught me" The masked man says as he leaves my closet

"What do you want? I'm really not in the mood right now" I start cleaning up my mess and hear the man walking towards me

"Look at me y/n" He sounds mad,

He puts his hand on my chin and directs my head, to meet his eyes, well, I'm assuming it's where his eyes are

"Who the fuck did that to you?" He asks, more pissed off then before

"It was just a bunch of dicks, it doesn't matter" I pull my head away and continue cleaning.

My parents will be home soon and I don't need them knowing I got into a fight

"It matters to me, lay down. You still have blood on you" he says, sounding calmer and like he wants to help

I lay down, theres no reason to fight it.

He reopens the medkit and pours some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad. I wince as it touches my skin

"Just stay still" He says, his voice is calming

"So.. what should I call you?" I say, trying to get my mind off of the stinging pain

"What do you mean?" He sounds confused

"Well everyone calls you Ghostface, but is there a name or nickname I can call you?" I ask, I know he wouldn't give me his real name, I could tell the cops, but I would like a better way to address him

"No. Call me whatever you want" He doesn't seem to like that question,

We sit there in silence for a moment as he continues to clean my face.

I work up the courage to finally ask,

"Why haven't you killed me yet? You've killed tons of people, but you're helping me?" I say, I've wanted to know for awhile

"You're special, you're the only one who doesn't run to the cops when you see me. You don't fear me, you like me" The way he says it puts a smile on my face, like he really meant it

"Why would I fear you? It's not like you've killed people before" I say, hoping he gets the joke

The room falls silent for a minute,

"Hey, I'm sorry. I was joking" I say, I kind of feel bad, I think I upset him again

"It's ok, you're all clean, I'll head out now" I can see his frown past the mask

"No, please stay. I'm sorry for being a dick, I've just had a shit day" I say, I don't know why I feel bad, but I do

He doesn't say anything but he cleans up the mess and lays down, I go to lay on him but

"Ow" I still have pain everywhere,

"It's ok, don't push yourself. We can just lay here. Together" He's actually kind of sweet