Case 34

A Fallen Angel's End Pt. 1

A door slams shut, and a tired sigh echoes throughout the hallway.

In his mind, he curses, he cries, he screams. But it's all inside. Like it always has been. Not once letting any of that pent-up emotion out, not letting his thoughts run out his mouth like butter.

Fan puts his hands to his face, allowing gravity to pull him down as he slams back against the door, sliding down slowly. A suppressed sob escapes his lips, followed by his fingers gently clawing into his face. The familiar feeling of his chest tightening, his ribcage that felt like collapsing in on itself, his eyes growing wet as it threatens to spill tears. It nearly wears him down. He uses all his strength not to break down in this murky, bloody hallway.

The screams of trapped, innocent souls, and the blood of the ones with clean hands. A motley group of friends, a family familiar with each other's faces, rests in the room down the hall, most likely asleep and unaware of what had just happened to the one that laid on the bed just inside the door behind him.

The longer he sat here wallowing in his own sorrow and guilt, the longer he felt the bile that kept trying to rise up his throat. He tried his best to keep it down, along with a cry that wanted to be released.

He truly felt sick.

"This was all my fault..." He was able to choke out before letting his hands fall to his sides.

Fan had spent some time inside the room before leaving, hearing the cry of pain that erupted from Knife as soon as Test Tube stabbed his eye.

He shudders, remembering the familiar whisper that nestled uncomfortably into his ears when Test Tube mentioned wanting to stitch Knife's mouth closed. Fan swallowed at that moment, and when he thought he can still stand without moving, or making a sound, he dashed out the door and slammed it shut.

Test Tube's anger. Her rage, her malice, her animosity, her dangerous impulsivity, in her voice, Fan could tell the Test Tube he knew was gone.

He was right. Even in moments when someone seemed like they were healing, or if they were finally getting better, they weren't. It was only for a moment that someone like that can make someone else smile, or maybe they were calm. Their truest self comes out once it's all over for them.

Fan continues to doubt his thoughts, not sure if that entity of fiery rage was Test Tube's true self, or if her true self was still the familiar, bubbly, happy person he saw her as back then.

Regardless, it was still his fault Knife is probably never going to be able to see or speak again.

Some time ago, while Test Tube was busy doing something else, Fan was on his own. Deciding to check on Knife and converse with him to see if he's alright, he went to his room.

On the bed he laid, and on the same bed he laughed with Fan.

Sweet nothings, discussions that never got heated, and lighthearted bickering that sent them into a trance. Like it was just them.

For a few minutes, Fan forgot Test Tube was even there. He forgot everything, and just smiled as he and Knife spoke.

But, perhaps it was a slip of his tongue, or the effect of merely forgetting for a few moments that lead to the then quiet, soft, but sad discussion after Fan blurted out a sudden reveal that sent Knife into shock.

Fan stammered, trying to get back to what their discussion truly was, and trying to make it seem like he never said anything, but instead he continues to explain.

Miniscule details and important points, he was able to explain without flinching or showing a hint of any kind of emotion on his face.

Knife struggled to contain the disbelief that spread across his features. His hands became jittery, and his breathing picked up. After what seemed a while, Fan saw his heart rate and apologized, asking for him to lay back down and rest.