Sad story about 6 unfortunate souls. kinda like Bojack Horseman.
NOTE:
V, the main character, is referred to as Victoria (she/her) and Victor (he/him) in different parts of the story because they are genderfluid so Victoria and Victor are the same...
Greyson made his way over to the urn, clenching his waist. He was bleeding fast and was going to pass out soon. Victor's stab hadn't exactly hit any vital organs, but it was a deep wound none the less. Greyson tripped over his own feet and his hand landed on the dresser for support. Victor was just standing in the entry to the kitchen, in shock after what he had done, just watching. Greyson took a breath and took the lid off of Matt's ashes and reached inside. Despite his shaking he was careful not to spill the ashes. He carefully pulled out a small shiny object from the urn. Victor was confused, trying to figure out what it was and was startled by Greyson's sudden question.
"Do you know what this is?" Greyson asked, his voice thick with anger. Victor shook his head in response
Greyson held the object up to let Victor get a better look at it.
"It's a ring! It's a fucking engagement ring!" Greyson shouted, "The night he died, the night that fucking truck hit us, I was going to give him this... I was going to ask him to spend the rest of his life with me!" Victor finally realized the weight of his mistake "but he had to be taken from me just when everything was perfect!" Greyson clenched the ring in his fist and looked down at his hand "Everything was perfect with him... I just want to pretend I didn't kill him, and protect him like the big strong cool boyfriend I a- I was..."
Tears came back to his eyes as he gently put the ring back in the urn and closed the lid. He then reached down to one of the drawers in the dresser the urn was sitting on and grabbed something inside. Victor couldn't quite see what it was from where he was standing.
Greyson pulled a small handgun from the drawer and turned off safety mode.
"And as his big strong cool boyfriend... I can't let someone get away with saying stuff like that." He lifted his hand from his wound and held the gun up in front of him with both hands. He didn't know the correct way to hold a handgun but he knew to cock the gun, aim the barrel, and squeeze the trigger. He pulled on the back of the barrel and it clicked. He held the gun up to aim at Victor. Victor was frozen in place. He couldn't think of a way out and thoughts that he deserved this were clouding up his mind. Greyson tried his best to aim at Victor but he was starting to see double from the bleeding. Once he was sure he was aiming at him he took a breath to speak.
"I hate you, Victor." he squeezed, and with a loud bang, out the bullet fired.
Victor shut his eyes as he prepared for the bullet to impale him and end his miserable existence. Instead, he heard a strange metallic noise. Almost like a cartoon laser firing. He heard it again. He heard a splatter. Finally, he heard a loud thud.
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He still had his eyes squeezed shut and was still glued to the spot he was in. He finally had the courage to open his eyes after about a minute and immediately saw a huge red stain on the walls. chunks of brain and skin decorated the walls and Greyson laid lifeless on the floor, his blood slowly leaking out of his head and seeping into the carpet.
Victor was extremely confused and scared. He thought maybe Greyson had changed his mind and just shot himself. Then what were those strange noises? He looked around and noticed a dent in the metal plate hanging on the wall, the wall it hung on was next to Greyson when he fired. Victor turned around and saw a large dent in a metal pan hanging from the ceiling over the island in the kitchen. No way. Had the bullet missed and ricocheted off the pan and the plate? Had Victor really gotten that lucky? Whatever luck he had it was bad luck. He didn't want Greyson to die. Victor wanted to die. Now more than ever. His best friend's frontal lobe was currently sprayed onto his dead boyfriend's urn afterall. Victor looked at the body again and wanted to throw up. He had definitely played reddit 50/50 before and got traumatized but it's nothing like the real thing. It smelled so strongly of copper and unknown bodily fluids. It was absolutely revolting. But he inched closer. He had to apologize.
He held Greyson's hand. He could feel it getting colder by the minute. He was in so much shock he couldn't even cry and was trying hard not to vomit.
"I'm so sorry Greyson... I'm an asshole and this is all my fault." He choked out. The blood started to run down his arm and onto Victor's hand. It startled him and he jumped back. Then he started hearing people walking down the hall towards Greyson's apartment. Of course, they heard them! How couldn't they? They were shouting and there was a gunshot dammit! Victor didn't know what to do and did the first thing that came to mind. run.
He opened the balcony door with his hand in his sleeve, making sure not to leave any fingerprints, and jumped down a story. It wasn't too far of a drop, but it still hurt his feet. He ran into the forest behind the apartment building until he couldn't see the light of the rooms anymore. He was out of breath and sat down against a tree.
He sat there thinking about everything that had just happened and started to cry. He cried for hours and once the sun started to come up again he passed out. He didn't know what to do. Clearly it wasn't just a suicide. Victor had to come up with a plan and fast if he didn't want to get caught. He thought about turning himself in, but after hours of awful guilty pain, familiar sad apathy began to set in. He needed a beer.
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