It's a Scream, Baby!

Ethan L. - Romantic Homicide

Romantic Homicide - d4vd

Fem!oc x Ethan Landry

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Y/n POV:

I look up from the sink and into the mirror. I watch as Ethan walks beside me.

"Go away." I groan.

"No." He immediately shoots back.

"You died, why the fuck are you still here?!" I yell, slamming my fists on the counter.

"You miss me and can't let go. It's not my fault I can't go away. Trust me, I would if I wanted to."

I feel tears forming in my eyes as my hands clench into fists again.

I look up at the mirror and punch it.

"Holy shit, Y/n!" He yells.

I look at the mirror again. There's blood on it. As well as my hands.

"Oh fuck, are you okay?!"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're my girlfriend. Why shouldn't I?!"

"You were just saying how if you wanted to leave, you would."

"I'm sorry, okay? I was mad. That wasn't actually me speaking." He sounds serious.

"Who was it then? Quinn? Mr. Bailey?"

"Be that way then. Just know that I love you. I know that you miss me, Y/n."

"I didn't even cry." I groan.

"Don't lie. You had to have shed a tear."

"No, not a single tear."

"Seriously? You didn't even cry when me, your boyfriend for years, died?" I hear his voice shake.

"I didn't, and I never will."

I look over at him. His eyes are filled with tears.

"I would've."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure you would've."

"Just admit that you miss me. I know you do. I just.. I need to hear it."

"Why do you need to hear it? Because you don't even believe it."

"Please, Y/n." He begs, his voice desperate as ever.

"I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive."

"I'm here, Y/n. You know that."

"But are you really, Ethan?"

"Yes, I am. I'm here, standing beside you right now."

"You're a hallucination."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"No, Y/n, I'm not!" He yells.

"YES, YOU ARE!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, NO I AM NOT!" He screams.

I wince at him raising his voice.

"I didn't mean to yell. Im... sorry." He sighs.

"It's... fine. I guess."

"You're right."

"About?" I ask, looking over at him once more.

"The hallucination thing. It's just the opposite. Switch our roles."

"Switch the... roles?" My voice shakes as I realize.

"Yeah."

"No. I'm not dead, Ethan. You are."

"I killed you."

My eyes widen as I step back, I trip on my own feet as I fall to my knees.

"No, no, no! I am not dead." I try to convince myself, but I know he's right.

"You wanna know something?" He asks.

I just nod, still speechless about what had just been said.

"And I didn't even regret it." He smiles, his lips parting as he starts to laugh.

I just look down at the tile floor. I hear him stop laughing.

"I can't believe I said it."

"Ethan..." I reach for his face, but I don't feel it when I touch him.

"But it's true."

"What is...?" I ask quietly, unsure of what to think.

He's silent for a couple of minutes, staring at the floor as I look up at him and then back down at the floor, waiting for an answer.

"I hate you."

I immediately look up at him again.

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"What did you say...?"

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