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The Blackest Day

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inspired by "The Blackest Day"

by Lana Del Rey. ♡༺.

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Content Warning: Possessiveness, Verbal abuse, Physical assault and Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Blood, Scars, Self harm, and Witchcraft.

Word count: 5.3k

Summary: Reader fall in love with a certain masked man, but he was being a hoe and brought another girl home. So she puts him under her spell of the weather and has him were she wants him.

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She was a former experiment injected with who knows how many drugs. She had escaped from the facility that was keeping her as a human experiment. Her plan didn't get her far though. Maybe if the facility wasn't in the middle of the woods she would have a chance of survival. The girl lasted a couple of days in the woods, but it seemed like forever. Just when she thought the angel of death was about to kiss her lips, a kind man nursed her back to health.

 Everything seemed well, she found that the man lived in the middle of nowhere he owned his property and enjoyed a quiet life. He had everything he needed: wood, water, food from his garden, and even a TV. Every morning the older man and the girl would go out on a walk, keeping a lookout for anything new, every day was the same and the girl was ever so thankful for it, nothing was unpredictable.

 That was until there was a change, though it's been a few days since the girl and the man had been out on their morning walk, the man for some unknown reason had fallen ill. The girl tried to nurse him back to health as a way to return the favor. She tried to convince the man to come out for their morning walks again, but it seemed like he would get sicker by the day. Now she would take her morning walks all alone.

 One day, when she was taking her morning walk, she saw papers all around the trees. How strange. Civilization is miles away. She tried her best to take one of the papers down, and she succeeded. The paper had the words “Don't Look Or It Takes You” in pen with a strange drawing of a stickman, the note looks like it was written by a second grader. Weird. The man never mentioned anyone else nearby. When she went home, she found that the man had passed. He looked in pain. Such a kind man, he didn't even get the privilege to die in peace. You examined his body, his body was cold, his nail beds blue, the corners of his mouth crystal-like. The girl didn't know what to do, so she left and dug a hole. The papers on the trees were still up. Every few minutes she would feel lightheaded, she thought that it was due to all the heavy work she was doing. 

The burial hole took three days, throughout those days she didn't eat, or sleep, and she felt exhausted. The girl had heard when people are deprived of sleep they start to see things. The hole wasn't perfect, but she tried her best for the hole to be deep enough. With a heart full of sorrow, the girl went to make her way inside the house to get the man's corpse. She felt insane looking at the scene in front of her. The man that was once on the bed was completely gone, and in his place were a bunch of crystals. To make things worse her headache had gotten stronger, she felt twice the pain now and she even started to hear what seemed to be very faint static. 

What kind of sick joke was this? She hurried outside and looked around and started to take all the papers down, cursing at the endless abyss of trees. She stumbled her way back to the house and carefully put the crystals in a bag. She went back out and gently put the cloth bag in the hole. For a moment she thought it was raining, but in reality, her emotions had caught up to her and the girl realized that the rain was her tears. 

She started to fill the hole with the former dug-out dirt, whilst she was crying. The girl felt an array of emotions; anger, confusion, aggravation, and sadness. Once she was done, her headache came back to annoy her. The girl wanted to knock herself out cold. She ignored it and went into the house. 

She couldn't stay here any longer she had to leave. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She laughed at herself, she looked ill, her face was dirty with dry snot and tears, and her eyes were puffy from all the crying. She had found a couple of bruises. Her hair was in braids, they surprisingly didn't look too bad, some loose hair, and it had become loose due to time. The girl took her last shower at the house and dressed herself in the clothing that was available to her. She took a final look at the house and walked over to the kind man's grave and blew him a kiss. 

She started walking and noticed that all the papers were up on the trees again. The girl could have sworn that it was because of the lack of sleep, but she had seen a tall and faceless paper white man. Her headache was triple the pain now, and the faint static had gotten louder. She yelled out of annoyance, she felt like a toddler throwing a fit over not getting a new toy. Except she felt like her situation was justified. She had hoped to outyell the static and for a while, it had worked. The girl looked at the ground and thought about how comfortable it looked. The leaves crumbled at the sudden weight. She looked at the sky, it was its usual beautiful shade of blue and what made the scenery more breathtaking was all the trees. Her moment of peace was interrupted by a sudden pain, her headache had reached a new extreme and the static was louder than it had been before. She tried her previous method of yelling, but it seemed to make it worse. She covered her ears and looked around. It was dark, and all that was seen was the papers. “Always Watches No Eyes” “Help Me” “Can’t Run” “Leave Me Alone” and “Follows”. She started crying and pleaded to whatever it was that was following her. “That poor innocent man, you killed him. He was kind enough to nurse you back to health, and you caused him to die.” All the girl did was cry, and deny all the accusations. Then it all went black. 

The girl didn't know what happened after that, she had woken up in a room that was made of metal. There was a single flat mattress on the floor. There was a tiny window on the door, it seems to be the type of door you'd see in classrooms. Something covered the window from the other side. She was still able to see figures walking by. She banged on the door anytime someone walked to see if someone would let her out, but as she expected no luck. They opened the door to give her food, she wasn't able to identify anyone though they always wore white suits. She then felt her headache come back, her senses had stopped and she saw the tall faceless man again. He had introduced himself, and said that he had brought her to his “Home”. 

The faceless man also explained why the man that she had been staying with prior had passed away. He told her that she had unmanageable supernatural abilities that affected the people around her. If someone was by her for a long time their insides would slowly crystalize and then painfully pass away. She felt a tear go down her cheek. That the poor man, so kindly and unknowingly, invited the cause of his death to his own home. He stated that other people were living in his “Home”. She felt a sort of relief, but she soon discovered that all of them perform rituals for the tall faceless man. They were all sadists beyond humans at this point. The girl swore to never become like them, but the girl slowly became more like them.

 The faceless man would only send her on missions once a month, she looked the most human, with no noticeable gashes, masks, scars, or unnatural skin. Just a “normal” girl. Every time she was sent out the girl thought that the man would have to hate the person to end them in such a slow and painful way. Once she would get back, he would immediately take her to the dreaded metal “room”. She despised it, no one was able to interact with her. She stayed in her room until her next mission.

 Lately, she would be visited by a man with a feminine mask, he would just stare at her through the window not saying a word. She had learned that he went by the alias “Masky”. The girl thought it was a silly name, she preferred to call him by his real name Tim. She would talk his ear off, even though she wasn't sure if he was listening or not, but she didn't care. He weirdly made her feel sane. She even convinced the faceless man to go out once a day. Every day she would only and only ever go to Tim. She thought of Tim as her one and only friend. That was until he would get physical with her, not in an abusive way but in a sexual way. He would graze her ass or touch her boobs and sometimes would pinch her nipple just to see it perk up. She didn't know if she liked it or not. She assumed she did because when he would leave she would feel empty. Sometimes she felt like he was toying with her, he wouldn't interact with her for a couple of weeks but he always came back to her. It was only ever when he wanted to, she never had a choice; it was pissing her off. 

The girl had seen him peeking through the window, he had expected her to come out of the room. She yelled at him and told him to leave. He didn't listen which pissed her off even more. “Leave! Leave me alone! You're such a freak!” The girl said, he didn't even flinch. At this point she just wanted to be petty, so she got her flimsy thin mattress and put it against the door preventing him from seeing her. “Fuck you!” she said and sat on the cold floor. 

Tim let out a chuckle, he had forgotten that she was nine years younger than him. Slender had told him that she was nineteen years old, he forgets how young she is. Most of the time the girl was very calm and collected, he wondered what got under her skin. He hit the door to startle her, but no reaction. He hit it once again and nothing. “You heard her, she wants to be left alone.” spoke another masked man. Tim looked at him and hit the door again. “Leave me alone!” She exaggerated the e and knocked on the door. They both left the girls' door and made their way to the living room. They sat on the living room couch together. “Such a sweet girl, what does she want from you?” The guy spoke, he wore a mask with a permanent frown. “I'm just fucking with her nothing too serious.” Tim replied. They heard footsteps, the girl they were just talking about passed them and went to the kitchen. Tim stood up and grabbed her arm. “I keep leaving because of your condition. If I spend too much time with you, I start getting those symptoms you told me about.” The girl looked surprised that this was the first time he had ever spoken a word to her. “Take your mask off.” She asked and waited for a response. He was still gripping her arm. She forcefully took her arm back and started walking out. The girl felt a hand on her again “Get your hands off me you freak!” She demanded and he clenched her hand. “If you don't want to get the symptoms then just leave me alone. Why even bother? You don't even try to talk with me, you just leave and stare at me when you come back, and I'm honestly over it.” She said she didn't even wait for a response. She successfully freed herself from his grip once again and went back to her room. “I think she likes you.” Brian spoke and Tim flipped him off. He looked through the kitchen's junk drawer for a pen and paper. 

“My name is Tim Wright, and I like you. I Like the way you adorn your hair. I like that cute little mole on your face. I like how in every mission you bring the roots of a flower and plant them in front of the house expecting them to bloom the next day. I like how you like to talk a lot. I like the way you sleep. I like how patient you can be. I like the way you eat. I like the way your boobs feel. I like how round your ass is. I like it when you touch me. I like how soft your hands are. I like how you manage to smell so good despite our living situation. I like it when you smile. I like how possessive you get. I like it when you try to kiss me through the window. I like the color of your eyes. I like the color of your hair. I like how soft your skin is. I like how you silently talk to yourself. I like how you play with your hair when you speak to me. I like how you bruise your lips to get a tint. I can't promise you the best of times, but I can certainly make the most of this place. I can plant the flowers with you, I can bruise your lips for you. I can be with you. ♡ ” 

The dark-haired guy folded the paper twice and got some snacks from the kitchen. The girl didn't even get the chance to get what she was coming for because she was interrupted by Tim. He made his way to her door and slid the paper through the crevice and knocked on the metal door. 

 “I said leave me alone!” The girl hadn't even noticed the paper on the floor, she crawled her way to the paper, opened it, and began to read. She felt touched, although she shouldn't have. He didn't even have the decency to apologize. The girl got up and opened the door. Before she could do anything he had given her a bag of off-brand chips, and some water. She took the snacks and smiled. “You like me?” He didn't say anything and lifted his mask just above his nose, exposing his lips. He leaned in and kissed her. She felt cold and almost tasted sweet, and he felt warm and his lips tasted salty. The kiss wasn't long but she wished it was. 

The girl cherished her time with Tim. She tried to not spend all of her time with him, not wanting to accidentally kill him. She followed him everywhere he went, sometimes without his knowledge. Even though he was hers, the girl just couldn't get enough of him. 

The girl currently sat outside, admiring Tim from afar. It was a daily thing for both of them. Suddenly she felt a presence behind her, if she was going, to be honest, she never interacted with anyone ever since she got here, not a word to anyone except for Tim. “He has trained you very well.” he and laughed “You’re like a fucking dog.” he continued “Not only that but you're useless, you take triple the time than any of us do. You're basically like an object, only used when needed.” he was looking for a reaction. “Tim doesn't like you, he only messes with naive girls. He's done that to every other girl in the house.” He said. “Fuck off” The girl finally replied. “Fuck you bitch” He said and grabbed her hair. “You don't even have the decency to look at someone when they speak to you.” The girl struggles under his grip. She then realized how weak she truly was, her abilities took a few days to take effect. The girl never did anything physical or laborious. She truly was pathetic, you'd think being in a house full of people with specialized skills in killing it would rub onto her, but no. So she did what she knew best, she began to yell and scream. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU FREAK!” The girl yelled, suddenly static was heard, and everything stopped. She immediately knew who it was, the faceless man. 

She had very little interaction with him. The girl tried her very best to not get into any trouble. The faceless man technically rescued her and tormented her at the same time, she thought it was best to avoid him as much as possible. The man had asked Brian to leave the girl alone. He had also reassured her about her abilities. The girl had to be reminded that she was useful to him because of her ability to leave the corpse up to the investigator's imagination. Imagine being a detective and seeing that the crime scene is just a load of crystals. No evidence of the actual body. 

Then suddenly the static stopped, releasing both Brian and her from the faceless man's trance. Brian threw her head forward and left. The girl rolled around and layed on the floor. She smelled the air. It smelled of cigarette smoke. Tim made himself visible to her, he didn't say anything though he just stared. She got up “Thanks for defending me.” The girl said. He took a hit from his cigarette and blew the smoke to her as a response. She rolled her eyes and took his cigarette from his fingers. He had expected her to take a hit, but instead, she put the cigarette out on the palm of his hand. He didn't expect that from her, she wasn't much of a violent person. She did that to get a sort of reaction, but he did not comply with her wishes. He instead lit another cigarette and continued to look at her. She once again took it from him, this time though she actually took a hit and blew the smoke toward his face, just like he did to her. The girl heard him laugh, she couldn't stay mad at him forever. She gave him his cigarette back and examined the palm that she had burned. She felt oddly satisfied, she kissed his scar and then his unmasked cheek. 

He had noticed that she had picked up on some of his behaviors, she hardly ever says she is sorry, and she had become a tad bit more aggressive, not only that but she was very possessive. Tim wouldn't consider himself a jealous person but every time she got sent out for a mission he got jealous. She was very attractive and he knew that the person she was sent out to target was always a man. The thought of her being with another man made him a bit jealous, but nothing too extreme though. He didn't know if her possessiveness was a good thing or a bad thing. He was eventually going to break up with her. The girl was cute, she reminded him of a puppy. He knew that eventually he would get bored of her, and would end up like the rest, heartbroken and alone. 

It was that time again when Tim would leave her for a long time. The girl would usually stay in her room, but today was different. She had bought a notebook and two other books. They were nature's handbooks, she always loved the outdoors perhaps a bit too much, her being out in the open too much got her into that vile facility in the first place. When Tim wasn't home she would go out on walks, taking a look at all the plants, and studying them. The girl would sketch the plant and write about its health benefits, Rosemary; can boost a person's immune system, and dandelions: helps with numerous issues from a person losing weight to preventing cancer, she thought it was absurd that people considered them to be weeds. 

She would stay in her room and read about the plants in her books over and over again. She had even started pressing flowers, the flowers were kept in her notebook. The flower she specifically liked was a red rose Tim had brought her. She would avoid looking at it as much as she could, so whenever she was sad the girl would take a look at it and her mood would immediately brighten. In a way, it was like a treat. Another reason she treasured it so much was because it came from Tim, he wasn't affectionate, he was just there. They hadn't done anything sexual in any kind of way, sure he would touch her and kiss her. She had concluded that touching her was all he needed. Though she had heard that he would fuck every time he went out on a mission, but maybe Tim has stopped these actions, considering the girls' feelings.��

The others in the house also wouldn't let her forget that before he had her, he would bring in girls, but they would not live to see another day, and that made her feel special. When Tim would go out on missions the girl would put a pressed dried flower in one of his pockets for him to find. What seemed like a sweet gesture to him had a sinister side, in her mind that was another way of telling him that he was hers. 

Cries were heard from the girls' room, he had finally moved on to the next girl: The girl had been waiting for Tim's arrival. She looked out the window and saw a familiar figure, but he was not alone; he was with another person, a girl. His hand sat comfortably on her hip. He looked at her window, and walked into the house, before they walked in he made sure that she saw him grope her ass. The girl's eyes widened, she didn't know how to react. So she cried. But her cries were challenged by moans. She couldn't take this level of disrespect, Tim didn't even have the balls to break up with her. The girl started making her way to the house's front door, and she heard a familiar laugh. The door closed, and blocking her way out was Brian. “Just so you know I enjoy seeing you like this.” He stated the man was uncomfortably close to her, she could feel his breath on her forehead. “Can you please move?” Her voice was weak, he laughed, the girl took this as an opportunity to push him out of the way. 

Once again her idea had failed her. The girl was now being chased by Brian. She felt tears coming down her cheeks, her chest was burning. He had finally caught up to her, the man threw her on the floor and got on top of her, and the girl struggled under him. “You bitch, Im going to fucking kill you!” He yelled at her, and she silently cried. “You are so pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you.” with one punch he knocked her out. 

I was alone. Though my mind was awake, my body wasn't. Maybe this time death will finally come to take me. I got the courage to open my eyes, I was surrounded by trees, leaves, and nothing more. Not a sign of the house. I felt a pain on my cheek, and then everything came back to me. Tim was the reason I was out here. He brought a girl home, and technically “broke up” with me. Then Brian threw a big fuss over me pushing him out of my way, making me end up here in the middle of nowhere. Though a part of me wanted to die, another part of me wanted to go back to Tim. I wanted to rip him open and hang his rib cage like meat. That part of me was more sinister and immoral and at the current moment was winning. Me disappearing would just make him win, I cannot let that happen. So I got up and started walking, I didn't know where I was, or how to get “home”, it's better to try than to do nothing. When I would get bored of walking I would skip, and when I would get bored of skipping I would entertain myself with my feet. Which foot takes a step first? My left foot or my right? And when I get bored of analyzing my walking, I would question my hands. I remember when I would paint my nails baby pink, the nail polish wouldn't last long due to me biting my nails. I examined the scar on my left hand caused by my ten-year-old self climbing a tree. Then I was interrupted by a piece of paper, for a moment I thought I was being tormented by the faceless man but I was wrong. It seemed to be some kind of recipe or some sort of spell.

“ If the person you love does not feel the same, all they need is a little convincing. Rosemary is sure to bring them back, lavender for affection, a rose for love, two red candles one representing you and the other them, a string to bind the two of you together, blood from the spell maker, and hair from the lover.” 

The paper showed an illustration of two candles bound by string, the lavender, rosemary, and roses surrounding the two candles. There was a tiny bottle of fluid on the right of the candles which I assumed was the blood and a piece of hair on the left side of the candles. I mostly had all the ingredients, I just needed a piece of his hair. Was I really going to do this? I had to, I had to make him mine. I had to make him pay. I kept walking and coincidentally found the house. I am constantly being blessed at the worst times. 

Once she got to the house, she saw a familiar face, the same girl from earlier. She sat comfortably on the dirty couch with a plain dirty white T-shirt on with no pants not leaving much for the imagination. Her hair was messy but it was oddly beautiful. The girls made eye contact, she was beautiful, her eyes were freakishly big, her lips were doll-like, and her skin was like porcelain. For a moment the girl saw the appeal, she was gorgeous, but then she came to the realization she had been the girl who was fucking Tim. The pale girl smiled at her, this bitch was completely clueless. Perhaps she will have the honor of being her first kill. The girl returned her smile and went to her room. She looked over the note again and gathered all the ingredients together. The dried rose that Tim had gifted her, and a piece of his hair: which she had collected when she would play with his hair. She will get the rest from her “garden” which was just plants that she collected from her missions. All she needed was the two red candles and the string. 

Tim woke up to an all-familiar smell, the red liquid that smelled of metal or a handful of old coins. The man opened his room door and was met with a body, the same body that he had been in who knows how many times. The slashes on the girl were sloppy, there were multiple tiny cuts on her torso, he concluded that the cut on her neck made the killer victorious. He followed the trail of blood and it led to the metal room that would be occupied by the girl he had been “dating.” He once again found himself staring at her through the little window at her door, he was never scared of her, even the times she tried to be intimidating. He found her attempts to be comical and amusing. This time she had managed to give him goosebumps. He had seen it all over and over again. Nothing surprised him, but not much could have prepared him for what he was seeing. She was performing some sort of ritual, she looked so focused on what she was doing that she hadn't even noticed Tim at the window. The girl looked intimidating. She finally looked up and met his eyes. They were full of hurt and determination. He stepped back once he saw her cut the palm of her hand, she used the blood to coat the two red candles in front of her. She was still looking at him, it was unnerving and creepy. Tim made the decision to leave and let her be.

I let the blood from my fresh wound drip onto the candle, it burned so bad, but I will do anything to bring him back to me. I saw the candle that was supposed to represent me lean towards the other candle that represented Tim. Then suddenly it stopped. I smiled as the candle that represented Tim leaned in towards the wick that represented me. I watched the two candlesticks melt as one. As I watched the flame die down I questioned myself and asked if this was even going to work. What if this “spell” was a prank? Some joke? Then I realized just how much I have changed. I killed an innocent person with my hands. How can I let myself become this? But I am so obsessed with him, he consumes all of my thoughts. It's only fair that he thinks the same of me. I felt a tear run down my cheek, I miss my old self. Maybe I shouldn't have paid attention to him. What would I have become? I wiped the tear and I noticed that the flame finally went out, all that was left was the melted wax. 

Days passed and the girl stayed in her room partially because of embarrassment. Maybe the spell was a joke, she would find melted wax by her door as a reminder of her failure by the others. So the girl passed the shame by herself in her room. Tim had heard about her failed attempt at a love spell, he found it amusing. That was until he actually started feeling something. Many sleepless nights just thinking about her and only her. When he was out on missions he would see her in every girl he came across. He couldn't even enjoy food due to the lack of hunger. He had all the “love” symptoms that mothers would talk about to their children. It seemed like the more he resisted the stronger his feelings grew. 

The girl was resting on her back looking up at the metal ceiling, there was nothing else that could be done. The door to her room had been opened, she looked over and smiled. The girl made her way over to him, and carefully cupped his cheeks, taking the opportunity to fully take off his mask. He looked tired, his skin was paler than usual, and his face had also slimmed down. She leaned in and breathed him in, his smell comforted her and melted all the embarrassment away. She motioned him to sit on the cold floor, so he did. She sat on his legs facing and hugging him. Tim thought her actions were weird, but all she wanted was to feel him close. “I can't get you out of my head, you've taken over my mind completely.” Tim said and made her look at him, she looked at him with pure euphoria and satisfaction. This irritated him. How was this even possible? This week the girl had managed to make him taste defeat. She responded with a trail of kisses beginning at his neck and ending at his lips. She finally had him, call it evens.