The curse from long ago(Fruk)

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When I arrived home I grabbed all of the groceries and began to open the door to our home. However, I stopped immediately once I saw the state of the living room. "Francis?!" I called out, concerned. I walked to the kitchen and food was out, like he had started to make food but stopped. I placed the bags on the countertop. "FRANCIS?" I called out again.

My heart began to beat faster and I ran upstairs to look through the room. I checked the library, nothing, his room, nothing, my room. Nothing too.
I looked at the last room we had and began to walk toward it slowly. Why was I so scared? I didn't understand.

I knocked on the door and began to open it. "Francis?..." I spoke slowly. I opened the door, and he was there... He was sitting in the middle of the floor and it was honestly terrifying.

"Francis? It's me? Are you okay?" I tried to ask from the doorway. When he didn't answer, I decided to walk up to him slowly. He continued to sit still and I walked around him to look at him.

Suddenly, I saw lots of blood; he was covered in it. "Francis!!! What happened? Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. I looked at his arms and I noticed they had been slit open. I looked at him and he didn't have anything in his eyes. "What happened?" I asked, scared.

I knew he would heal, but what the fuck?!

He looked at me suddenly and his eyes went from nothing to pure hatred. I was startled by this, and I watched as he lifted his hand up to me.

Suddenly, without warning, he punched me in the face. I fell to the ground and held onto my cheek in pain. "What was that for?!" I yelled. He suddenly stood up from where he was and began to walk towards me.

"Francis?" I asked, confused. He began to take out a knife, and I looked at him in disbelief. "What are you going to do? Kill me? You can't!!" I yelled at him. I felt shocked that he was doing this! At this point.

Francis got on top of me and held me down by my wrists. His left hand held me down, and his right hand held the knife up to my throat. "Francis let me go..." I spoke. He shook his head and held the knife closer. I didn't flinch at all, and I closed my eyes, prepared.

He held the knife up, and then it happened.

He shoved it through my stomach, and I immediately began to cough up blood. Francis pushed it in deeper, and I winced from the pain it caused me. I looked at him and he began to stare at me blankly.

Then, his eyes began to lose the cloudy effect, and he snapped out of it. He let me go, and I immediately began to hold onto my stomach in pain. "God damn it..." I spoke, coughing up blood.

"Arthur?!!! What?.... What happened?" He asked horrified. He quickly began to hold my head up and looked at the blood on him and me. "Did I do this?" He asked, shocked. He looked at the knife inside of me and quickly pulled it out. "I think I'm going to pass out," I said, shocked.

Whenever I tried to kill myself, I would just faint instead of dying. I woke up good as new, so I wasn't scared... just worried that he was freaking out.

"Wait no, stay awake! Come on, let me help you up," he spoke. Francis tried to pick me up, but I shook my head. "No! I don't want blood everywhere," I explained.

He pushed me up against a wall, and I felt my eyes begin to close.

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Once I woke up, I was in my bed. I looked around, and I saw Francis sitting on a nearby chair. "Hey..... are you okay?" I asked him, confused. He walked up to me and showed me one of the journals. "I was going through them last night... and it was like it triggered something in me," he spoke, horrified.

"I didn't mean to hurt you... I'm sorry," he spoke. He raised a hand to me, and I flinched without realizing it. My eyes widened, and I watched as his heart broke right in front of me.

"I didn't mean to flinch..." I spoke sadly. He turned away from me and began to breathe deeply. "I'm so sorry..... I didn't mean for this to happen....I can't forgive myself for ever hurting you. It doesn't matter if you will live or not. I hurt YOU!.... I..... this is not..." he began to breathe heavily, and I quickly grabbed his hand to calm him down.

He had music playing in the background, and I immediately recognized it as Billie holiday's "I'll be seeing you," it was one of my favorite songs back then.

"But it's fine.... I can help you heal... I think you have PTSD," I explained. He looked at me and shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you again... I'm not fit to love anymore..... I will be like this till the end of time," he began to cry.

"Francis! Wait! That's not true; you have me," I spoke. My eyes began to tear up, and I quickly got out of bed. "No, don't touch me; I'm a monster.... I'm not fit for love... let alone you..." he began to cry. I felt my heart breaking and I knew where this was going.

"You are going to leave me again, aren't you?" I asked, crying. "You promised," I said through tears.

He looked at me, and I looked him in the eyes, saddened. "You promised you wouldn't leave again," I said, angry. I lifted my hands and began to shove him. "Arthur, please.... Don't make this harder," he cried.

"You aren't leaving me! You promised we'd stay together from now on...."
"I have to... I need to get myself together."
"I can help you; I'm a doctor..."
"Arthur..."
"Please....... We've only been with each other for a couple of years..." I cried.
"I can't stay here... I don't want to hurt you again."

"Well, I don't care if you do!" I yelled. "You can stab me, try and kill me, beat me... I don't care.... I just want to be with you..." I cried.

"Don't ever say that..... just because you can't die.... It doesn't make it any less wrong to hurt you like that," he said sadly. He touched my cheek, and I closed my eyes sadly. He leaned in close to me and began to plant a kiss on my cheek. "I love you..."

My eyes widened, and I looked at him, shocked. "I'll see you in another century...." He spoke sadly.