The Cursed and The Broken: Ricky Horror Fan-Fiction

Chapter 21: This Dream Was Ours, But You Ripped It To Shreds

Song to listen to: Saturday Night by The Misfits

Puppets 2 By Motionless in White

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Ricky's P.O.V.

Fuck I can't do this. I've just been staring at her lifeless mutilated body. I couldn't believe she was gone. I didn't want to believe it. I had just finally gotten her to be mine and now she was gone. I was never going to see her precious beautiful smile. I held on for her, for her to get killed right in front of me. Guilt was eating at me and I felt like I was at blame.

I stood up and ran inside the house. I knew she still had her phone here. I grabbed it from her bag and looked for his contact.

"Hello?" A tired voice said.

"Chris?" I sobbed.

"Ricky?"

"Yeah. Where are you right now?" I choked out, still crying hard.

"I'm staying at Angelo's house. Whats wrong man? Where's Rose?"

"S-she's gone. They killed her. Right in front of me Chris! They shot her!" I cried. I heard what sounded like his getting up.

"What? Where are you? We're on our way right now!" He said. I told him where I was and I hung up. I didn't leave her body. I heard sirens but my eyes didn't leave her body. It was paler than usual and splattered with blood. I didn't even want to touch her. I was scared to, scared she'd turn to dust under my touch.

I heard cars going by but I didn't pay attention. It was normal for us to hear cars going by in the next city, since this one was abandoned. I stood looking at her. She was so lifeless yet so beautiful.

I couldn't stop crying. I didn't even know Rose that long but any memory I had with her was flashing through my head like it was a broken fucking symphony. Every time I blinked I saw a different flashback.

"Ricky stop playing with my bra!" Rose giggled from the bed.

"Bras are weird okay?" I said, trying to figure out how these shits worked.

"Here." She giggled, buckling it around my shirt.

"Nice rack." She giggled, leaning closer as our lips met.

"This is really weird." She giggled once we pulled apart.

"You're right." I laughed as I unclipped her maroon bra off me.

"You're such a dork Ricky." She smiled as she pulled me down on the bed with her.

"Fuck." I heard someone say beside me. I couldn't even look up at them. I couldn't tear my eyes off Rose. Its like I was in shock. I wanted to look up at who it was but I couldn't. I didn't want to.

"Ricky. Come on man you gotta get up. The cops are going to be here soon." A familiar voice said. Angelo?

"Chris, I think he's in shock, man." He said again.

"Rick come on you gotta get up. The cops are almost here." A different voice said. It sounded like Chris. I didn't want to talk to cops. I didn't want Rose dead. I wanted her to wake up and say it was all one big joke and that she was sorry and she loved me. But that wasn't going to happen and I needed to stop acting like it would.

"Ricky come on, they're here." Chris said. I finally took my eyes off her and looked up at Chris. He had on similar makeup to what Rose had put on me just earlier today. Fuck Ricky stop thinking of her. I felt something wet hit my eyes. Fuck I was crying again.