𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑶𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬
(ง'̀-'́)ง
Matt quickly steps out of his car. He didn't go inside when he heard the yelling. He did go inside when he heard Violet screaming. In obvious pain.
He quickly hurries in her house and gets hit by strong smells going straight through his throat to his lungs.
He immediately gets lightheaded but continues walking up and looking around for any sign of life.
He didn't find a sign of life.
He found a sign of death.
His breath gets caught in his throat as he approaches Violet laying on the floor, in her own puddle of blood. Her eyes are closed, and there was a knife stuck in her stomach.
Matt's fast to pull out his phone. Very fast. He dials 911 as he kneels down next to Violet, desperate to find any movement.
"911 what's your emergency?" The dispatcher asks through the phone. "I- I can't fuck- explain. It's too hard. There has been a murder- at 123 Elm Street. Please come quick." Matt sobs before his phone goes silent.
Dead.
(just like Violet teehee)
Of fucking course.
--
The paramedics and police arrived quickly at the crime scene. Matt had been breaking out into sobs the whole time. He couldn't help it.
He barely even knew Violet, but he knew this was only the beginning of their friendship. He liked her.
"Sir, you have to come with us. You have to explain." A paramedic says, approaching Matt.
"Yes, of course." Matt quickly says, following the paramedic outside and in the back of the ambulance.
"Do you know who this is?" The paramedic asks. "Uh yeah. She's my friend. We just came back from a- uh, a party. And I heard yelling before she screamed. I quickly went inside and nobody was there instead of her." Matt explains, replaying the scene in his head and tearing up a little again.
"Do you know if she was home alone?" The paramedic asks and Matt's face twists a little in confusion. Of course she fucking wasn't. She was stabbed.
"No, she wasn't. Her brother was home as well." Matt answers. "Do you know if her brother was under the influence of anything?" The paramedic asks.
"Yeah. When I came inside the house, I got hit by a strong scent of weed, alcohol and drugs." Matt answers honestly.
"Okay. Thank you sir." The paramedic says, handing Matt a sympathetic smile before turning away from him and writing shit down.
Matt's sitting next to the bed where Violet was in. He didn't even know he was subconsciously holding her hand.
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Matt's been sitting in the hospital waiting room for 4 hours. It's currently noon and he's supposed to be at school, but he can't.
He didn't sleep at all tonight.
Something has been keeping him from leaving. Maybe it's the guilt he's feeling. Matt feels like it's his fault Violet got stabbed.
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stereotype - matt sturniolo
Fanfictionmatt sturniolo fanfic. mentions of alcohol, self harm, bullying, smoking, sex but no actual sex!!! violet has always struggled. for as long as she can remember, she's been alone. matt has the perfect life - people think - he loves his girlfriend to...
