Happy Together (YBF Love Story)

Chapter 9: The End

⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️
Depression, Blood, Gore, Mentions of Coronavirus (COVID-19), Mentions of Murder, Implications of Suicide, Suicidal themes, Self-Harm, Self-Mutilation, mild sexual themes, Implications of Anorexia/Bulimia, and Verbal Abuse.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2022

It's been four days since I have avoided Peter and TK. I have since called into work and pretended to have COVID...yes, went through hoops and bounds to get it. I'm on the last day of my period and that's been the highlight of all this. Lucy has tried to talk to me but I ignore her, and she's even got Don to come up here. I haven't spoke to anyone as I just feel anger and heartbreak. I haven't ate either, not that I really do, I just "get sick" afterwards anyways. Peter, you may ask? He has came here...every. Single. Night. I can't get away even if I tried. How could he have done this?...I didn't want all this, I should never have come here. I knew it was too good to be true. TK has tried to call me, but I have ignored them and even blocked their number. I lay in a fetal position on my bed, just listening to Lucy's distant online lecture in her room about the human mind. My room is still dark from my curtains being shut. I stare at the wall "P E T E R" made in the Polaroids I took. Tears start to sting my eyes as I shake my head and sit up weakly. I feel so depressed...I did all this to get myself broken once again. "YN...?" I hear Lucy's voice, but she sounds different. "YN, it's Lucy. Your roommate...look, I...I don't know what's going on, but you need to probaby tell Peter to go home, cuz I'm sick of seeing him at night. You haven't talked or been seen in four days...I have to get to class, and I won't be back until 6. If you need anything at all...please, just call or talk to me. I'm sorry about the other day. YN, I don't mean this to be harsh, but you need help...I hope to see you tonight." She says before I hear her walking away and shutting our front door. I sit in silence...literally no sound whatsoever. I begin to think about Peter, maybe I should just tell him? No, not yet...not even a good time. Shaking my head, I stand up and feel my feet pop as I open my curtains; hissing at the sunlight I haven't seen in four days. Once my eyes get slightly adjusted to the sunlight I look around to see that it is a pretty day, and I look down at the ground. Cigarettes are scattered all over the grass; all of them burnt to orange and some in a pile. It's almost as if Peter had smoked outside my window like a freight train the past four nights and didn't even bother to clean it up. I roll my eyes "Well, at least now I know where that ashy smell's been coming from." I think before I rub my eyes and walk out. I walk down the steps and stop to see Don with the telephone on his left shoulder and writing with his right hand. I try to sneak away "Hello, sunshine." He greets. I freeze and turn to meet him. "I see you're finally doing better. Where you off to?" He asks "Just...the Diner." I say awkwardly "I'm talking to a tenant, Marcine." He grumbles before rolling his eyes. He now puts his right hand over the reciever and looks at me. "I'm sorry, it's my ex-wife. I was going to tell you, if you need anything, I'm always a talk away, you know that, right?" He asks. I nod slowly and walk away. "Oh, here we go again. Don't you have anything better to do?" He asks as I leave the apartment. I walk down the road and look up to the sky. I don't know if I can do today. I get to the Diner and walk in. A waiter, Seàn, looks at me with surprise "YN, what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be back for another day." He says "I just need to see TK." I state "They'll be on lunch here in a minute." He says as I nod. He walks away and I stand by a booth with my arms crossed. A few minutes later I see TK leaving the kitchen, and they look up at me with surprise. I walk up to them and they take a step back "I thought you said you had COVID." They say "I didn't want to come into work. We need to talk." I say. TK nods and darts their eyes "So, you're not sick?" They ask. I grab their left hand and drag them to a table. We both sit down and I cross my arms "There. And no, I'm not sick. To be honest, I don't want to work with you." I say "Why? Is your boyfriend not want-" "This isn't about Peter. Last I recall you shoved him first. Even if Peter wasn't in the picture I get that you want to keep me safe, but that night you went too far." I say. TK glares "Do you even know Peter? How do you know if he's not some serial killer or ex-con? I don't want you hurt because I care about you." They say "And I appreciate that, really, I do. But I am not being controlled, nor am I being involved with a serial killer." I say. TK shakes their head "You don't know that. YN, I just think you deserve someone better than him. Someone who actually wants to see you succeed, and not be their excuse of a 1950s housewife." They state "Whoa, wait, you think Peter is doing that?" I ask in shock "He's a toxic male, YN. I can just tell even by the way he walked in when I first met him. He might even be a bit of a psycho." They say lowly as I roll my eyes "You know, so far the only psycho I see here is you. You attacked Peter first, which isn't even like you." I say "Come on, YN, I still care about you. Peter assaulted me." They say before leaning forward. "I had to get new glasses, that isn't cheap." They snap. "Okay, at least tell me. What does Peter have that I don't?" They ask "Is that what this is about, TK? You're still mad because I didn't want to date you?" I ask "I'm past mad, I'm livid, at myself. I should have just grown some balls and told you how I felt, but I didn't. Now he's in the picture and I'm losing you. I love you, YN, don't you see that?" They ask. My eyes widen "Okay, TK, I am really sorry about that. My intentions weren't to ever hurt you. You need to see that there's other fish in the sea." I say sympathetically. TK shakes their head "I want you. Can't you at least give me a chance?" They ask. I sigh and look down "Trust me, TK, you'd be much better off moving on." I state "Why? What's that supposed to mean?" They ask "I have made a lot of mistakes, and because of those mistakes I got two people that I care about get hurt. I'm not a good person, TK." I say as I look up at them. They just stare at me with confusion "Alright, you lost me...okay, everyone makes mistakes, YN, they can be fixed." They say "Not mine. My life has changed...I think this is just my life now." I say as I stand up. "I'm sorry I hurt you, TK." I say before leaving "YN, come back!" TK exclaims, a few people turning to look at them. I leave the Diner and just feel dread. My heart sinks as I walk "What have I done? I've ruined all these people's lives...for what? Nothing. I should have never come here." I think as I walk "Do you really think you can just leave me? I made you. Now you're just some disgusting whore nobody wants. I wish you'd just disappear." My eyes widen as I gasp. I feel alone...isolated from the world. He did this to me. I walk down the alleyway to get home when I feel myself being watched. I look around at my surroundings with fear...only to find nobody. My breath quickens as I turn and try to run; all I feel are eyes on me. Suddenly I see Peter walking by with a cigarette in his mouth and his hood over his head. I stop in my tracks before he glances over to his left at me "YN." He says, his cigarette dropping from his mouth. I shake my head and run; only to hear him come after me! "YN, wait a second!" He exclaims. I pant as I try to run back the other way, when I suddenly trip and fall. "YN! Are you okay?!" Peter asks in panic as I hear him rushing to me. I curl up in a ball and grit my teeth "Just leave me alone." I say "No, I'm not leaving you. What's going on?" He asks. I try to get up "I don't need this right now. You need to just keep walking." I say "What's wrong, Darling?" He asks. I begin to see his face in the sun more; his eyes look very baggy and he looks like he's lost weight, don't know how that's possible. His sclera are also a light red and bloodshot "Are you high?" I ask "No, of course not. Forget about me, I just saw you running for your life in here. What's going on?" He asks "Peter, you don't need to be with me. I'm just nothing but trouble." I say as I start to crawl backwards "No, you're not. Stop saying such horrible things about yourself, Darling." He says. I feel the brick wall and pull my knees to my chest "I'm serious, Peter. I've ruined so many lives. I should never have come here." I say. He crawls over to me "Don't say that. Darling, this is the happiest I have ever been in my entire life." He says. I now stand up "I've hurt everyone. I can't deal with it anymore. You and TK fought because of me, and I feel horrible over it. This is my fault." I say. He stands up and looks down at me "You don't need to feel this way, Darling. None of this is your fault. I was wanting to protect you." He says "You need protection from me, Peter. Trust me, you deserve someone so much better than me." I say "Will you stop saying stuff like that? Can't you just take a hint?" He asks "What hint, Peter? I don't understand you. Why me? You could have so many other girls, so many other opportunities! But instead you want to go out with some fat, ugly, pathetic excuse of a human being! Why?!" I exclaim. Suddenly he pins me to the wall; causing me to gasp from his sudden movement. He blocks me from trying to leave as he presses his right knee into my thigh "I don't want to hear another negative thing come out of that precious mouth." He says darkly, he suddenly takes on another demeanor...one I have seen him in. I feel myself shake like a Chihuahua as he gives me an icy glare "W-what?" I whimper "I never wanted anyone else. When I see any other person, they become vile to me. It has always been that way." He says "O-okay, that's fine. But what is it about me? I'm not someone you'd want to be with." I state "You're crazy. That's okay, I love crazy." He says with a perverted smirk "If I'm crazy. You're insane." I say, looking him up and down. His smirk turns into a frown and his eyes narrow; his hands clenching into fists before taking a deep breath. I feel my palms get clammy as he seems to slouch "Darling...please don't call me that." He says softly, I see his eyes get glassy before he shakes his head "Why me, Peter?" I ask "I think you know why, Darling. I don't want any other girls, or anyone else, I only want you. You are the first person whose ever been so nice to me...when everyone in my life has always made me hate myself." He says sadly. I look him up and down and shake my head "This isn't you, Peter. I...I thought you were going to therapy." I state. He now cocks his head to the left slowly "And where could you have heard that from, hmm? Looks like I'm not the only stalker here." He says coyly "N-no. You've just told me! Okay! Look, I need to get ho-" "Nuh uh uh." He taunts playfully, pressing his knee more into my thigh. "You're not going anywhere. These past four days have been nothing but sheer torture for me, I'm not letting you get away from me again." "Peter, I can't do this anymore. I know you've been stalking me, I saw your little pile today. I know you keep following me. I don't think this is how you really are as a person." I say "You're right. I have never felt this way about anyone before...honestly, I would kill for you, YN. I would kill to be with you." He says, his eyes widening slightly. I lean back against the wall and my breath hitches "What...what's wrong with you? What is your problem?" I ask. He gets a wry, seductive smile as his eyelids droop before he leans close to my face "It's you." He whispers as I feel myself begin to tremor "What...?" I ask softly "You. You are what's wrong with me, you are my problem. You're the one that keeps me awake at night. You're the one whose always and constantly on my mind...the one who makes my heart beat out of my chest each time I see you, smell you, hear your beautiful voice, touch you, kiss you~" He licks his lips and looks me up and down like a predator. "You want the truth? You really want to know how I feel about you? Here it is. The truth is I'm mad, mad to a point where I'd caress your skin while you sleep soundly each night. Wanting, needing to feel you from the inside and fill you. Touching and grinding against you just isn't enough for me anymore..." He confesses. I shake my head "What have I done...?" I ask "Oh, Darling, you haven't done anything. All it took was me seeing you that day at the Diner, how I wanted to just go in there and take you, and make you all mine. I am so in love with you. Every waking moment that I am with you...it does something to me. Every time anyone gets near you I get so angry because I want you all to myself forever. And when we're alone...every time we're alone I just want you. I want to screw your brains out, I want to feel you. You have no idea what you do to me, Darling~" He says. I clench my fists "Wow...you, you're probably the biggest liar I have ever met." I say "I'll take that as a challenge." He says with a wink. He puts his left hand to my cheek before moving down to my neck to choke me slightly. He sticks his long thick tongue out as his eyes scan my body slowly. After a moment he looks up at me and grins. "I want to make love to you against this wall right now." He says. I finally shove him away and storm off. Tears starting to stream down my face "YN! Darling! We're not done here! This isn't over!" He exclaims. I hear him running after me. "You're just being overly dramatic right now." He grumbles. I now turn around and face him "You know what, screw you!!" I shout. His eyes widen as he looks at me with shock. Tears stream down my cheeks. "You've hurt me, and you don't even see it! I've told you I'm not a trophy! I have warned you! I've turned you into a monster! You need to stay away from me and move on, before you get worse. Now you think that just having sex with me is going to fix everything, it won't!! Please, just do both of us a favor and leave me alone!! Don't talk to me, don't come near me, don't even glance my way!! I wish we had never met because all it has done is just hurt me, and knowing that you just see me as some item makes it even worse. Just pretend you've never met me, because I've failed, I'm...I am a mistake." I say before looking down and sobbing. I back away and run. I know what needs to be done now. I didn't look back. I ran all the way back to my apartment and got up to my door. I walk myself in to the kitchen and write on a napkin with my right hand in cursive before writing my name in print with my left. Suddenly I hear voices. And I run and slam my door "YN, you home? Jeez, did you slam it?" Lucy asks with a giggle "Who?" "Ah, just my roommate." I hear her say to a guy. I set the note down before clogging my tub and turning on warm water. I now take off my hoodie and pants to see myself in a black sportsbra and black underwear...taking a look before grabbing my container with my left hand, and my knife with my right. I look down at the message...that dreadful, unsightly tattoo before going down to carve at every word. I bite my bottom lip roughly to avoid screaming as the knife drags across my scarred flesh. All the scars become new, and after I finish, blood is just pouring down my skin. I look to the left at my bathroom and take one final look in the mirror ahead...this is it, this is the end.

Whoever may find this, I am sorry. I have made mistakes, and have kept making them. I have hurt so many people, but not anymore. Everyone always says that they will be there, but is anyone actually there? Does anyone actually have an answer, or try to help you?
To my parents, I am sorry I was the never the perfect daughter for you. I was never what you wanted.
To Don, thank you for being an incredible and kind Landlord. I can't keep pretending to be okay, I'm sorry if I may have been a few bills behind.
To Lucy, I wish you the best in life, and at least now you don't have to have a crazy roommate anymore.
To TK, you were always a best friend to me, you made my job way more enjoyable, and I am so sorry to have hurt you these past few months. I really hope you know that.
To Peter, I hope you know that these were never my intentions. You deserve so much better, and I am sorry that I have turned you into this.
To everyone who has came across me, I wish you all the best for years to come. I ask that I just get cremated, and I also ask that my name never becomes public. Nobody ever needs to remember me, just move on.

- Goodbye, YN. Signed Tuesday, November 29, 2022 @6:05PM.

AN: Alright, I tried to make it as subtle as I can. I hope I do not trigger anyone. Keep in mind that even though this is fanfiction, the message means much more than you know. If someone who is reading this is having a hard time, or they're suffering, feeling depression, even having these kind of thoughts. People care about you! I care about you! As someone who has been in this position I have dug deep into my subconscious to bring it out. You are needed in this world, you are loved, don't ever second guess that. Whether you're religious or not I will pray for you. Things always get better, I promise you that things will always work out as they should one way or another. And if someone is going through a rough breakup or relationship, trust me when I say that nobody is worth losing yourself over, whatever it may be. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and everyone is here for a reason. Please, find your reason. I love all of you, thank you, and God bless.

With love, Wolfie (AKA, SonicFanGal)