•Y/N: Your Name

•M/N: Mother's Name

•F/N: Father's Name

•L/N: Last Name

•E/C: Eye Color

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The ride home was hardly pleasant. All was silent and tense between the driver and passengers. Not even the Boogeyman had said a word from the backseat as he starred unnervingly at his victim. The expression appeared gentle on his face, however, Y/N still didn't care for it. She was lost in her head, scared and confused, betrayed.

Every now and then, she'd glance up at the rearview mirror and meet the monster's pale eyes only to look back down at her lap immediately. Sniffling, she wipes her nose on her sleeve, the action catching the attention of her father, who glances over for a moment before looking back at the road ahead of him. He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth only to shut it soon after. He couldn't bring himself to say anything.

As much as he loves his daughter and understands why she doesn't want to be admitted, her condition was seeming to get much worse. She was acting different, shouting, getting angry and frustrated. He didn't want to believe that she might've actually done something to that boy, Keith. Y/N just wasn't like that— At least, she didn't use to be, but with these sudden outbursts happening, he couldn't help but wonder, as much as he hated to think of it.

He wants to help her; he always has, but it was so hard to understand sometimes... Most times. As parents, they could only do so much. Mrs. Williams had suggested a number of facilities to consider. Nothing was set in stone. He wanted to discuss it with M/N first and try to possibly convince Y/N it might be a good idea as well if they decide it was time for it.

This has gone on for a long time. They've done the most that they could. It was painful seeing his daughter suffering like this. For a moment there, he thought that things were looking up. She was improving, but now... Slightly, F/N's hands tightened around the wheel. What happened? Why did she suddenly snap back into it? He had been so hopeful.

"We're almost home," he announces, breaking the silence in a soft, shaky voice. "Is there anything you'd like to do? Watch a movie, maybe?" Sniffling again, Y/N raises her head a bit, hands clenching and unclenching around her seatbelt.

"C- Can we have popcorn?" she requests quietly, her voice a mere squeak. Shoulders relaxing, F/N smiles and nods his head.

"Yeah." Heavily, he sighs as they turn into the driveway before getting out of the parked car. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end when she sensed the creature standing directly behind her, and her body shuddered. She half-expected to hear him teasing her about their earlier embrace, but he has said nothing, nothing at all to indicate what he was thinking. He had not stated his opinions on the situation at all. Once inside, F/N guides his daughter into the living room before having her sit on the couch.

"I'll go make the popcorn. Just wait here, okay? If you need anything, tell me." Slowly, she nods her head, and so, he leaves. Y/N remained tense as Pilvrich sat down beside her and closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him anymore.

"Just g- go away," she whispers harshly, but he did not move.

"Have my earlier actions not proved that I desire to help you, mouse?" Clenching her teeth, she bends forward and covers her ears. She says nothing else, and so, he stays right where he is. F/N soon emerged with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and placed it on the table before sitting beside his daughter, who remained in the same position. When she did not break from it, he felt his heart sink.

"What would you like to watch, Y/N?" His voice made her flinch, though it was gentle as can be. When she opened her mouth to answer him, a loud, pounding knock came to the door and sent her flying to the floor to curl up and hold her frantic heart.

"Oh, no, no. It's alright. Nothing to be afraid of. Someone's just at the door," he assures as she takes deep breaths. The knocking persists, getting louder. "Who can that be now?" He did not want to leave his daughter's side in her panic, but if the knocking continued, it would just upset her more, and so, carefully, he helps her up and back onto the couch.

"Easy, easy. Just sit tight, and I'll go see who it is. Everything's okay." He assures while rubbing her trembling, upper arm. When she gives him a nod to go ahead, he leaves her there and walks to the front door. To help, Pilvrich moves in closer to the girl, but when he stretched his hand out to hold her, she flinched away.

"You've done enough," she barks hoarsely in a whisper so that her dad wouldn't hear. Though irritated, the monster kept his hands to himself but remained nearby, much to her displeasure. The front door opens to a pair of officers in uniform, behind them standing Keith's father with a burning stare. The sight of them made F/N stiffen.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"Mr. Briggs here has given the station a call about the possibility of a Y/N L/N being involved in the death of his son. We were just hoping to ask a few questions," states the older male calmly and as politely as he could. F/N's face hardens as he locks eyes with the man behind them.

"My daughter has done nothing to that boy," he retorts defensively.

"I'm sure it's an upsetting accusation, sir—"

"It is not an accusation! It is the truth! That psychopath killed my son!" Having heard that shout, Y/N's breath hitched, and she shook as an arm splayed out behind her over the back of the couch. Looking over at the creature, she found him stone-faced, staring at the doorway and listening closely. Her heart rate picked up again.

"We'll find that out for ourselves, Mr. Briggs, thank you," states the female cop firmly as she turned towards the man. Keith's father huffs as they go back to talking to F/N. "We'd just like to hear her side of the story. We want to rule out any possibilities. Is she home?" F/N didn't want to argue with the authorities. In the end, they are just doing their job. He would like his daughter's name to be cleared, of course, but he was worried that if she started talking to them, she would bring up that monster of hers. That might cause some trouble.

"Yes, she is. Would you be able to conduct your interrogation here? My daughter, she's a bit... sensitive, and stressful situations don't usually bode well. She's scared of just about everything. I just know she'd be more comfortable talking here."

"I suppose that would be fine. We have a recorder on us, but the conversation will have to be private."

"I won't involve myself. I just ask that you go easy on her. You'll see for yourself just how skittish she is once you meet her."

"We'll do our best, sir. Thank you." F/N steps aside, allowing them in. Unfortunately, Keith's father took it upon himself to trudge inside as well before he could stop him and marched over to the living room, where he spotted Y/N on the couch. She jumped at the sight of him, unintentionally leaning into Pilvrich as he shouted at her with a pointed finger.

"There she is! That's the bitch who killed my son!"

"That will be enough, Mr. Briggs! You may go home now. We can handle it from here," the woman sternly states, facing him with a warning stare. Grumbling under his breath, the man marches back outside, receiving a glare from Y/N's father on his way out. He shuts the door and locks it to ensure he doesn't come back in.

"As we said, we'd like to speak to her alone if you don't mind."

"Of course. Y/N, these two nice officers just want to have a little chat with you. I'm going to be in the other room, okay?" Leaning away from her monster, Y/N shakily nods her head, her whole body trembling nervously. She didn't want to talk to them, she really didn't, but she knew it wouldn't be wise turning away the police. F/N sighs and looks to the officers. "Please, be gentle with her." Her breathing picked up as she was left alone with the two, though she supposed she wasn't truly alone with Pilvrich beside her. Still, he wasn't much of a confidence booster.

"My partner and I have just a few questions for you, okay? This won't take too much of your time. Everything you say will be recorded on this device, here," the woman states as she takes out a small item from her pocket and places it on the table in front of the frightened girl.

"We just want to know what your relationship was with Keith Briggs and what happened the day he died. My name is Officer Andreas Albrecht." says the man after she starts recording the conversation.

"And, I'm Officer Amelia Laurier. Can you please state your full name for us?"

"Y- Y/N L/N," she sputters out, leaning closer to the table so that it could pick up on her quiet voice a bit better.

"And how did you know Keith? Where did you two meet?"

"He went to the same t- therapist as me. We became friends that way, and he a- asked me to be his girlfriend recently." They both nod.

"Did you two have any arguments or fights prior to his death?"

"N- No." She wrings her hands and licks her dry lips before chewing on the bottom one. "I a- always thought he was n- nice. He never d- did anything t- to me until..."

"Until what?"

"I... I w- w- went to his house with him. It was s- supposed to be our first date. He made me lunch." She begins scratching at the flesh of her hand, getting more violent with it as she progressed. She wondered if she should really tell them the truth about what happened. She doubts it'll do her any good. After all, according to everybody else, she's insane. Why would the police believe her when her own family didn't?

"He got upset b- because I spilled water on the floor and started rambling about how— how I couldn't do a- anything right and that I was m- m- messing up a perfect date." Tears well in her eyes, causing the police officers to soften their expression slight. They were no crocodile tears, that's for certain. "He started coming t- towards me with a fork, and I ran. He tackled me, a- and then... Then..." Her voice goes silent as she reaches for the marks on her shoulder. She couldn't bring herself to say it, afraid of what might happen if she told the authorities a monster did it. Would they force her into an institution? Would it make her look more guilty? Suspicious?

"Take your time. It's okay. Just tell us what happened next."

"M- My... M- M- My..." She starts to breathe heavily as she recalled the situation, how her beloved tutor turned into that twisted monster and killed him, all supposedly to protect her. What should she say? The truth wouldn't get her anywhere. It would make her look crazy, but should she lie about something like this to the police? Her story wouldn't line up with what she had told her family. If she made something up now, they would certainly find out and ask why she was lying about it.

She felt torn. There was no way to go that would save her. It was overwhelming. Her face felt hot, and her shirt collar felt as though it were choking her. Her tongue ran dry as she looked to and fro, her mind spinning and blurring. Her name being called was just a muddled haze as she collapsed forwards, narrowly missing the table, which would've severely hurt her head had she hit it. The cops rushed to her side to assist her, hoping to wake her up, but when she didn't, they called for the father to come in. Y/N felt cold in the dark space of her head. It was empty until a voice called to her from the void.

"Little mouse. Little mouse," it said, and she shivered as she turned around to face him standing there, dripping with horns. She gulps and takes a step backwards. "Relax, you have merely fainted." Forcing out a breath, she fell to her knees and sat on the ground, in tears.

"What am I s- supposed to tell them? What am I supposed t- to say?" She holds her head, eyes wide and fearful of all the outcomes that poured into her thoughts.

"That is up to you. It doesn't matter to me where you end up, so long as I can reach you, whether that be your bedroom, a hospital or a jail cell." Choking on a sob, Y/N whimpers and bites hard on her lip, causing blood to pour, but she could not taste it. Hyperventilating, she pulls her knees to her chest and rocks back and forth to calm herself, but she could not properly think. Pilvrich sighs at this.

"Do what you think you must, but lying to police can be trickier than it seems. Keep that in mind, so think carefully if you are going to do that." His feet travel closer to her, and her cries get louder as he seats himself across and reaches forward to lift her chin. A hand slaps him weakly, but she looked at him like he wanted, clutching her arms this time instead of her head. He stared calmly at her and shook his head. "I understand this is not easy. As you know, there are no pleasant results that will come from this."

"All because of you," she hissed.

"Yes, all because of me. Now wake." E/C eyes snapped open and stared up at the living room ceiling. There was something cold pressed against her head, an ice pack, perhaps? Her father, who had been standing beside her, sighed in relief.

"Thank goodness. I was about to take you to a hospital. Are you okay?" Head rolling around, she saw no sign of the officers or even Pilvrich. It was just them.

"Where did they go?" She croaks weakly.

"They left, sweetheart. They decided to come back when you're feeling better, tomorrow probably. We might have to go to the station, though so they can finish." She nods, feeling relieved, but she had only a night to get her story straight.

Whatever she told them would determine her fate.