My Psycho boyfriend

Going insane

A blood Curdling scream in the distance. I didn't look back not once. I somehow managed to make it back up to my apartment where (y/n) was waiting for me. Surprised that no one stopped me. All covered in blood that is not my own, along with vomit. The two mixed was not a pretty smell, it made me gag and want to throw up again.

As I open the door my legs gave out. Gasping for air.

Tired.

Hungry.

Murderer.

I'm a murderer...

I murdered that poor little girl

"Bil-" (y/n) knelt down beside me, examining me from head to toe. "Are you hurt?"

I shake my head for no. I give in and start sobbing uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around (y/n).

"B-B-Billie..." she choked on her words

"I killed that innocent little girl"

(Y/n) eyes grew big. She was at loss for words. I finally let go, (y/n) whipped away my tears, she caressed my face and smiled, but her smile quickly faded away. I pulled her hand away from my face.

"Sh-she was only-

(Y/n) cut me off with a kiss and took my bloody hand and pulled me into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and made sure it was warm. Helping me get undressed and into the shower.

"I'll be back in a second to check on you"

Closing the curtain, I sat down and all I could do was cry.

乃丨ㄥㄥ丨乇

The mangled sound of the shadow trying to say my name.

"Please.. leave me alone"

My cries were harder, louder. It was hard to hold them back. (y/n) came back in to check on me. I tried to stay quiet, but one of my sobs escapes. (y/n) opened that curtain, she knelt down beside me stroking my wet head. " Shhhhh. It's alright.. I'm here" (y/n) cooed. She got up and helped me wash my hair and all my other body parts. Getting the dried blood off. When (y/n) was done, she turned off the water and helped me out of the shower, and dried me off. Putting me into fresh clean clothes. 

I could feel their presents. It was like they were lingering over me. A chill ran down my spine making me look up. (y/n) stared at me with sad eyes, and tears rolled down my cheeks. She leans in to kiss me. The figure appears behind her, I push her away. I ended up pushing her hard enough that she fell back and hit her head on the bathroom counter. She fell to the ground, unconscious.

"No, no, no, baby wake up! Please..." I cradle (y/n) in  my arms.  (y/n) stirs and groans, she wakes up. I let go of her and make sure she is okay. 

"A-are you alright?" I ask, trying to not choke up. She groans again and gets up, leaving the room. I follow her. I could feel the figures around me again. Their presents felt stronger like there were more of them. I looked up and saw them surround (y/n). "Get away from her" I yelled 

"Who are you talking to?"  (y/n) asked. "Don't you see them?!" I yelled in a questioning way

 (y/n) shook her head for no. I sat down on the ground laying against the bed. (y/n) sat down on her knees in my lap, she kissed me, breaking my thought from the figures.  (y/n) leans her head on mine, she goes to kiss me again. I lean my head back. " You know that excpression sheer bliss?" I say out of nowhere 

"No, not really" (y/n) said with a smile

"Well steer clear. Cus um, they put the sheer in front of the bliss cus they know that the bliss eventually is gonna evaporate. I got high this one time and um, it was about 6 years ago and this... this bliss, and it came at me like in waves. Y'know. And it felt like a fucking regimen. Y'know. I've been chasing it like a ghost ever sense.. And know matter how hard I try, or how far I reach, I just can't get it. It's like... what's the fucking point. Y'know"  (y/n) giggled and she kissed me again. 

I grab my pocket knife out of my pocket. Tears falling down my cheeks. I opened the blade and I stabbed it into (y/n)'s stomach, slicing it open. I realized what I had done. 

"Oh baby... hey your okay. Lay down" I grabbed (y/n) and placed her down. "Easy, easy, easy. Okay, don't fight me. Easy. Oh my god, shhhh" I took my hand and tried to apply pressure to the wound but there was far to much blood seeping out. I watched (y/n) take her last breath...

"Fuck!" I screamed. Hot tears rushing down my cheeks. "Is this what you wanted?! Huh?" I got up prancing around my room, back and forth.  I quickly grab my phone out of my pants pocket. I start to dial 911.  Fuck fuck fuck

"I can't do that... they will send me to jail" I knew that I couldn't hide forever. I'm going to get caught soon or later. I called my best friend Mike. The phone rang and rang until he finally picked up. Or so I thought.

"Hey, M-M-Mikey. Fuck" A nickname I had for Mike when we were in the 5th grade, I guess it stuck. I choke on my words, trying to find the right ones to say.

This is Micheal.. sorry I couldn't get to your call. I'm out of town with Billie Joe and Tre probably doing stupid shit.. Ow! What the fuck Tre....... After the tone please leave a message... Beep

I hung up the phone and I slid it back into my back pocket. Shit. The blood on my hands was already dry. It made me want to gag, for it not being my own but my girlfriend's. I leaned against the wall and slid down it. My breathing started to get heavy, my throat felt tight. I started to bite my nails. All I could do was cry. To me crying was the answer to all my problems because I had someone to take care of me when I was down or having a panic attack. I started choking for air. I needed to get out of the room, the apartment. 

I got up and I practically sprinted out of the house. We- I live on the fourth floor. I guess running with stairs isn't the best choice. I fell down the last few, nearly breaking my arm. I got up and brushed it off. I kept on running until I got to Mike's.