I wake up and see the multiple colors of the sky through the window. I slept through the entire day. I immediately notice Brahms isn't in bed with me. I look at the clock to see its only eight.
I sit up and rub my eyes before getting out of bed and finding some underwear and an oversized shirt to wear. I go into the bathroom to put on my clothes and see all the hickeys Brahms gave me this morning. I find myself smiling at this. Maybe I found the one after all. I thought I was going to be stuck with Cole forever, and nobody would love me. But no, Brahms came along.
After getting changed I go downstairs to look for Brahms. Though I can't find him anywhere. Where has he gone?
"Brahms?" I wait for him to appear, as he always rushes to me when I call his name, but he doesn't come. And he doesn't respond.
"Brahms? Where are you?" He wouldn't have left the mansion, wouldn't be outside this late. The walls. That would make sense. So, I go over to the only entrance I know of and get in the walls. I use the walls to hold me up as I have to limp slightly after what happened this morning.
I then make it to Brahms's old room where he is sitting on the bed. He looks up at me as I walk in.
"What are you-" He quickly stands up. His mask is on. What is he doing?
"S-Stay away." He holds his hands out in front of him.
"What do you mean Brahms? I don't understand." I step a bit further into the room.
"I said to stop."
"...will you just talk to me? Help me understand."
"T-Those marks..I hurt you after I said I wouldn't."
"What- the hickeys? Brahms you didn't hurt me-"
"Yes I did! They are bruises. All over your neck a-and legs and your stomach. T-This is your fault! You tricked me!"
"What are you talking about? You didn't hurt me okay? I'm alright. What do you mean by tricking you? I didn't do anything." I take a few more small steps into the room. Confusion fills my mind and I try to think of what Brahms means but I can't figure it out. Once I stop, Brahms reaches for the counter and I see he has a butcher knife in his hand. What? I'm a little scared now. He wouldn't kill me..would he?
"You made me do that so you could- you wanted to leave me so you made me hurt you so you could go."
"That's not it..I never want to leave you Brahms..."
"Liar!" His voice has a little aggression in it.
"I was scared of being in love with you, so yeah, I tried to leave but I don't think I was ever going to go through with it. You stopped me before I waited too long to make my decision, I'm glad that you did Brahms. You never hurt me, I'm just fine. I don't want to leave you okay? I'm here for good. I promise." I cautiously step closer to him. I don't think he will hurt me, not if he's already scared that hes already hurt me.
I'm close enough now that I can reach the knife. I slowly bring my hand up and notice that his hand is shaking. My hand gets so close to touching the handle but before I can touch it, I feel something cold against my neck. The knife.
"Stop lying!"
"I-Im no-not. Brahms ple-please." I'm scared. He's never done this to me before. And I'm not ready to die.
"You made me do this. This was your plan all along wasn't it? You trick me with your mind games to make me love you just so you could LEAVE ME ALONE!" I flinch at his words. Why is he acting like this? Wait, he's done this before. Where he acts like a different person and lashes out. He told me about it, the voices. It's his own thoughts attacking him. He does whatever he can to make them stop, or just obey them. He won't kill me for it though..right?
"Brahms..look I want you to put the knife down okay? Can you do that for me, please baby?" Maybe he'll listen to me if I stay calm.
"Don't call me that! I should've never trusted you!" The knife begins shaking against my neck. He's struggling with himself. I want to help but there's nothing I can do, and I'm scared that he will actually kill me. I stare into his eyes and I can see a bunch of different emotions swirling in them.
Suddenly the air is knocked out my lungs. I feel pain. No. No, no, no. He did it. I grasp onto my neck and feel my blood cover my hands. I try to inhale. To breathe. To get any air at all. But I barely get anything.
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3rd pov
Brahms is in shock with himself. He didn't think he could ever do that to her, to someone he loves more than himself. He drops the knife and his arms go around Emersyn as her knees buckle. They end up on the ground and Brahms takes his mask and shirt off. He uses his shirt to attempt to stop the bleeding. He's shaking. He didn't mean to do that. He tried not to. But they were too strong. He let tear after tear run down his face.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry. I love you Emersyn. Please, don't leave me." He presses the shirt on her neck as hard as he can to keep the bleeding to stop. His shirt only fills with her blood. Emersyn starts to turn pale and her attempts to breathe become less and less.
What will Brahms do without his Emersyn?
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Brahms Heelshire
Fanfiction"What were you doing?" Deep and shaky. He is angry. I hear it in his voice. Why would I attempt something so stupid? "Brahms I-" I stop myself. I don't know what to say. I messed up. That's all I knew. "I'm sorry-" "BULLSHIT!" I'm thrown onto the...
