His Protector | DreamNotFound

Chapter 25

TW: suicide attempt, death, blood

He breathed in the fresh air coming from the window on the other side of the room, eyes still closed. It felt like something that had locked his true self away had finally been opened up by killing them. Perhaps his parents were the ones holding him back from who he really was.

Suddenly he heard knees hitting the floor, causing his eyes to fly open. His brother was kneeled down next to their mother and father, hands and bottom lip trembling from what he saw.

'What have you done?' He cried out, burying his head in the neck of their mother.

'Nonono, this is not real. Please, this isn't real.' He didn't know what to say when he heard his family member cry out again, screaming at them to wake up. Everything went by in slow motion; his brother taking their father's hand, bringing it to the skin covering his heart, yet again yelling things he now couldn't comprehend anymore.

The true realization of what he had just done washed over him, leaning against the wall for support.

He had just killed his own parents, and he hadn't even felt a spark of guilt while doing it. More and more emotions flashed behind his eyes at the sight of blood and pain everywhere, especially by seeing his aggrieved brother hovering over the lifeless bodies.

'Why,' the other managed to squeak out between sobs, 'what have they ever done to deserve this?'

'Y- You don't know how they treated me,' tears now also streaming over his red cheeks, 'I- I'm-'

'I loved them! They were my parents, my everything! You took that from me!' The blond swallowed, not knowing what to say in return. He had been selfish, he had never thought how it could affect others. Why didn't he just leave? He could've easily escaped through a window and never looked back at the town again, but instead he had chosen the knife.

'Leave,' the other whispered, not able to even look at him anymore.

'What?'

'LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK, YOU PSYCHOPATH!'

He looked at the scene one more time before giving up and turning away, shots of guilt and pain pulsing through his body. Everything around him was spinning, yet somehow he found the front door and ran out. He had ruined everything he had ever built, even the tiny spark of a relationship he still had left with his brother, which had been everything he had been holding on to that time, had vanished.

Somewhere across the street he collapsed, clutching his stomach. Agonizing screams left his mouth, filling the entire area with sounds of pain and regret.

0-=-=-=-=-=-0

'I've brought the food you wanted,' June happily cheered as she came into his room.

'I couldn't find chocolate ice cream, but I've bought vanilla inst-' She stopped instantly when she found him crying into his pillow again, dropping everything she was holding.

He felt so worthless, the most shitty boyfriend anyone had ever had. While she was the most beautiful and caring woman he had ever met in his life, he was a pathetic and weak boy. Even though he now knew it was all because of the venom, he felt guilty. He felt like he was constantly lying to her, even if he didn’t speak.

'Hey,' she comforted him by slowly combing through his thick strokes of hair, 'I'm here now, everything will be okay.' He turned around, met by a sweet smile and two arms inviting him in for a hug. He wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his sweater, giving in to it. She held him for a couple of minutes, as long as he needed to calm down.