Haunted Sweetheart. Fransykes

Kiss My Wrists And Give Me Death

Hello babes! Look at me with all this updating? Whoooo! Anyways, back to Josh's POV :))) a small warning though there is some poorly written gore 😅

2 months later

I have been going insane.

I finally cleaned up my families blood off the kitchen tile, tossing the dirty blood stained mop and rag into the basement with their corpses. The smell was starting to seep into the rest of the downstairs of the house, it was an awful smell. Much worse than the smell of rotting flesh, that was bad too, but this was added onto the smell of their insides exploding and the blood.. everything was making them smell awful.

I wish I could dispose of them better but I don't know how. Of course I could burn their bodies but that could run the risk of keeping my home in perfect shape for when I get my angel back and me and him live happily ever after together. My angel hasn't said anything to me the past 2 months. What did I do to deserve this from him?

Was he scared of the truth? Maybe he caught onto that it was me who killed Mat 6 weeks ago and 3 days exactly.

Mat was waiting outside, sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive to take him back home which was a few too many miles away to walk to at 6 pm. No one ever drove down this road except busses picking people like Mat up. Nasty, cruel, horrible people who do nothing but lie to those who are pure in this world. I could feel the coldness of the handle in the palm of my hand as I slowly walked along the pavement, trying to be as quiet as I could to grab Mat and knock him unconscious long enough to drag him into the woods across the street. Just to hide the body for a few days longer so it seemed as though it was just a normal murder.

But this wasn't murder. It was the same as when I killed my family, this is all for my angel, my sweet sweet Oliver. With Mat out of the picture it was lessening the number of people that could separate us in the long run. Mat was distracted texting someone I couldn't read the name of from where I was. I don't think I can knock him out cold right here with just my fist, I would need something to help which I didn't have on me at the time. I guess threatening him to walk where I pointed would have to do.

A few moments later I was grabbing a fistful of his hair and pressing the blade of the knife against his neck, pulling hard enough for him to get a clear look of my eyes from above the mask I wore to cover the rest of my face. "You will walk to where I point, am I clear?"

He started to shake in his seat, fear obviously present in his eyes. I pulled on his hair when I didn't get a response or reaction from Mat in the first couple seconds. "Y-yes.." Mat stuttered out.

I lead him across the street to the entrance of the forest, walking a few hundred feet straight into the woods, far enough that someone wouldn't be able to see his body if they were to just walk along the edge of the trees. They would have to walk inside a while to find his mutilated corpse. "Why did you have to talk to my angel, Mat? Why must you get so close to him he starts to pick you over me!" I shouted, shoving him hard backwards, making him fall onto his butt onto the dirt floor.

He started crawling backwards until his back hit the front of a tree, his breathing started to shake more as it got even louder. "You just had to go and tell him about what people think about me, didn't you? You couldn't just keep your damn mouth shut.."

I fell onto my knees in front of him, holding the knife underneath his jaw to force him to look up at me. "How many times have you hung out with Oliver?"

Mat shook his head, trying to curl into a ball and refuse to answer my question. "How many!"

"Only a couple days! We rarely hung outside of school!" He cried, putting his hands up as if to protect himself.