Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)

Chapter 46

When you first come across someone like Mischa, you made three impressions

the first is that he was ukranian

the second is that he's strange

the last was that you wouldn't want to mess with him.

but the act of his false 'brave' personality was working as an armour; one to conceal that he was just like anyone else.

hurt.

now more than ever.

you see, looking at him now, he was just as steady as he was days ago; his posture was straight and he loomed over people intimidatingly as he walked past.

you could only really tell something was wrong if you were really paying attention.

if you really were paying attention, you could see the slight slouch in this stature, the droop in his eyes as the numbness in his gaze.

"Mischa!" Ocean ran over, looking at him, scanning his off frame.

"whats wrong?" She asked slightly concerned.

"hey, have you seen Noel? you said you'd visit him again but fid you actually or did you forget again?"

"yeah.. yeah i saw him.."

"is he okay? how is he doing?"

"...he's fine."

Ocean shot him a look, asking 'are you sure?' to which Mischa nodded, shoving past her harsher than he intended and walking onto the school yard and out of the gate.

It was all his fucking fault.

if he had been there to help Noel.

if he had been there to stop it all.

if.

but its happened now, and noel got hurt.

all because of him.

he should have told noel the second he found out. none of that, "ill see if he realises" shit.

noel was dead.

and Mischa Bachinski was the fucking reason why.

Mischa walked off of the school grounds, walking down the towns single mainstreet to where Noels house lay.

he quickly unlocked the window by noels room, climbing through it.

he had never took noels room in as much as he did at that moment.

it was so basic, yet so beautiful.

the paint may have been ruined, the carpet stained with blood, but Mischa took peace in the atmosphere, trying to keep his view away from the scene that was yet to be fully cleaned.

the broken glass that was shattered across the floor had been mostly swept up.

mischa clutched the sheets closely to his chest.

"im sorry.." he whispered into the deep red duvet, his tears dripping slowly onto the sheet as he tried to stop them.

"im so sorry, noel, my love." he repeated, kissing the sheet carefully.

"its okay" a voice replied.

mischa looked up.

noel?

"really..?" Mischa asked.

Noels soft gaze hardened, tears of blood streaming down his face in a sudden, a choking sound scratched his throat as he spoke.

"no. it was your fault mischa. it was all your fucking fault. Im dead because of you."

Noel reached out, placing a hand on Mischa's cheek, leaving a bloody handprint, which was soon partially washed away by the tears.

"w..what?"

Noel laughed slightly, a grim smile creeping onto his face as he leant in towards Mischa's ear. He whispered the words the poor boy wished he'd never have to hear from anyone; especially noel.

"i hate you."