She Stole My Heart [A ChilledChaos Fanfiction]

Chapter One:: Depression

Chilled's PoV
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The news arrived swift, sudden, and unexpected. It struck me with the force of a boulder, crushing every bit of happiness I had inside me. There was nothing to soften the blow, and nothing to catch me as I fell into a dark, empty pit, shattering into millions of pieces. I didn't even say good-bye, and as a cruel joke from the universe I wouldn't be able too either. I just sat there in disbelief, staring at the flames that engulfed the car that used to contain my girlfriend and our two pets. I couldn't hear the news reporter anymore and my whole body felt numb. The cops were already on the scene and the firefighters had just arrived. My mind was buzzing with questions, though my body wasn't reacting.

'Why? Why me? Why did she have to die? What reason was there to kill her off? Where is the car that hit her? Why did only she die when she was the one that got hit? Why didn't the son-of-a-bitch who hit her die as well? I don't deserve this! She didn't deserve this! She didn't deserve to die! She. Didn't. Deserve. To. Die!'

I finally snapped.

Anger. Pure, hot anger surged throughout my body. Getting up, I picked up the coffee table in front of me and smashed it back onto the ground. I began to pick up anything that was near me and destroy it. Game consoles, lamps, tables, the tv, game controllers, remote controls, picture frames, posters, anything that my hands could find. I scream "SHE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE!" over and over again.

Gasping for air, my whole body shaking, I looked around the living room seeing the mess I had created. My legs, unable to support me any longer, gave away. The gasps became sobs and I brought my hands to my face to cover the tears rolling down my face. 'She... didn't... deserve... to... die' I thought, sobbing into my hands, repeating the phrase over and over in my head. I stayed like that for a long time, eventually passing out from emotional exhaustion.

That was five months ago. The day was March 3rd when I found out my girlfriend, Jess, had died in a hit and run. She luckly died on inpact so she didn't burn to death. I can't say the same for the two pet guinea pigs we owned though. Bolshevik and Plumbob died in the fire that started and burned the car into a shrivelled empty shell.

The authoritys have come to my house quite often, trying to find out who killed her. Witnesses stated that the car that hit her deliberately aimed for her car. Yeah, that totally made me feel better when they told me. I wouldn't know who would have want to kill her. I know I used to be internet famous but lately I hadn't been uploading anything because I just hadn't had the heart to do it. I've rarely left the house really, and I haven't responded to anyone of my friends on skype. These days I mostly lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling contemplating life.

I know, I'm pathetic right? I tell myself that everyday at least three or four times, so there's no need to point it out. I've looked at my situation over and over again. And really the thought of it doesn't seem too bad at all. I could do it. I could do it right now. I could do it and no one would care. I could just die. No one will mind anyway. They're all to busy with their own lives to care about me.

I could see all the potential in ending my life right here. Right now. I wouldn't smell anymore. I wouldn't need to eat anymore. I wouldn't feel pain anymore. I wouldn't feel anything anymore, truth be told. I'll just be some entity floating in the void. It didn't seem that bad.

But yet something was holding me back. Something preventing me from taking a blade to my throat or wrist. Something stopping me from hanging myself. Something stopping me from getting all my medication and downing it in one go. Maybe I was just hoping someone would save me, tell me that ending my life wasn't worth it. However, it's been five months, and no one came to save me. Of course. Who would? Who would want to save my pitiful excuse of a life? I wasn't useful, or beneficial to anyone really. 'Maybe I should just end it' I thought bitterly, staring at my ceiling. But once again my lack of motivation prevented me from getting up and actually do something.

Sighing, I let my conciseness slip back into the darkness of my mind. I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly heard a rapid knocking at ou- I mean my door. I laid there in silence, waiting for whoever it was to go away. Barely two mintues went by before I heard more rapid knocking on the door, this time louder. Whoever it was was persistent. I still didn't move, silently waiting for the person to leave, but they didn't.  Instead they banged on the wooden door, trying to break it down. "Chilly willy! Open this god damn door or I'll open it for you!" A painfully familiar voice shouted. Only one person, that I personally know, calls me by that nickname and he's currently in California. Or at least, he should be in Califoria.

Curiousity, something I hadn't felt in a while, rushed through me, motivating me to get up from my bed. I somehow managed to make it to the door. Granted, I didn't move very fast. I wasn't aware of what I was doing until it was too late. Unlocking and opening the door, I look down to see someone I hadn't seen in ages.

"Jesus Christ Chilled! You look like a mess!"

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So hey, that was my first attempt at a fanfiction. This is my first time doing this kind of thing, but feel free to jugde! I can't improve if I don't know what's wrong! Anyway, sorry of it was sad. I just flet like it was a good way to start this off! Tell me what you guys think! So, Wattpad messed up again so I had to redo this story again. Sorry about that! If I made any typing errors please tell me! Hope you all have a wonderful day! Also...

Don't forget to touch AAAAAAAAAALL of the Butts.

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