mirror :: malum

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(trigger warning)

"fuck fuck fuck." calum paced the room, pulling at his hair in frustration. his voice was slurred and an empty glass bottle of whisky was on the floor, knocked over with the last few drops of liquid spewed out. "fuck."

he fell back onto the red couch, his head in his hands. only then did michael notice the dead body on the hard wood floor, a trail of smudge blood that seemed to be coming from the basement behind it. "what the fuck did i do?" he questioned himself, crying into his hands.

after a few minutes, calum stood back up and stumbled to the body, slapping it just in case. noah's lips were already turning blue, his skin as white as snow. he wasn't waking up at this point, and calum knew this, but he hoped, begged, he would.

"please wake up! please." he slurred more and fell in the blood trail, crying uncontrollably. "get up, arsehole!" his voice was in almost in a scream.

calum looked up and his eyes locked with something on the table. he slowly reached out and picked it up, his eyes streaming with hot tears.

"fuck it." calum's breath quickened, his chest rising and falling fast. "i'm so sorry, noah." his voice cracked as he touched the item, closing his eyes shut.

the gun was cold and heavy in his hands. he used to love it, using it to hunt and kill animals with his father back when he was only a mere child. it brought him so much happiness, up until that day. his dad had given it to him when he was just a boy, in hopes to make him a 'proper man'. it was one of the only things he had from his father before he passed.

his face flashed with anger as he pulled it up to his head, his hands trembling widely. he cocked the gun.

he had never felt real fear before. he had killed so many times and saw their fear, their pain, but had never experienced it this intensely for himself. it was heart wrenching. why was he such a horrible person. he was fucked up and he needed to go.

he didn't deserve to live in a world like that, where he killed and enjoyed it, where his friend was dead because of him. oh god his friend.

calum looked over at noah, sniffling as snot and wet tears dripped down his face and neck. he whispered a small 'i love you' before pulling back the trigger, his eyes shut tightly.

bang.

michael shot up once again, covered in sweat. his eyes brimmed with tears, quickly slipping down his face. he had no idea why, he had no reason really however he felt so much pain in those final seconds. he couldn't believe calum did that.

calum was his final victim.

"that was the worst day of my life." a voice mumbled from the corner of the room. "i had never felt remorse like that. maybe it was the alcohol, i don't know, but everything hit me all at once."

"you- you deserved to die." michael didn't mean to say it, or at least as harshly as it game out, and as soon as it did he slapped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide. he was thinking it, of course, but he didn't mean to tell the man. it came out harsh, but maybe it should have been.

michael was so wrapped up in his feelings and so smitten after that kiss that he completely forgot this man was a killer, a dead killer.

"no, i didn't!" the ghost boomed as he flew to michaels face. his eyes were fiery red and his teeth gritted. "why would you say that, michael."

michaels head snapped to the side and he touched his warm cheek. calum had slapped him. he gasped and his fingers slowly moved to his cheek, feeling the heat radiate already. his eyes started brimming with tears once more from fear and pain.