Virtual Darkness

Ch114- Warm Words

[Trigger Warning--This chapter contains some self-harm references]

After a while, Puppet finally came home from the location. He came in with a bland expression with no emotions in his eyes. Guardian and Actor greeted him warmly, asking where he has ben all night. As a reply, Saviour was brought down to his knees and broke down in tears. The two wasn't expecting this much from him and they tried his best to calm him down. Saviour wiped his tears of his face and asked the both of them "I have something to tell you both, but please, you'll have to listen to me."

The both nervously nodded their heads and was ready to listen what he had to say.

"Ugh, I'm bored." The ghost said as he flew around leisurely in my room while I was curled up in the corner of my own room with fear. "Wanna play a little game?"

"N-N-No..."

"I'll take that as a yes." he said as he smiled at me terrifyingly. "Okay, so, all you need to do is that you grab that blade over there. Once you grab the blade, you should cut yourself till' I say so. Once I said stop, you stop. Okay? If you keep standing, you win! How does that sound?"

"Can y-you please leave m-me alone?" I tried to speak up since I didn't want to do this again. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" The ghoul sinisterly turned his head at me. "N-Nothing." I answered reluctantly. 

"That's the spirit!" He said enthusiastically. "What are you waiting for? Go on, grab that little blade!" 

I was very hesitant with it. I was rubbing my hands together frantically. I took a deep breath in and quickly grabbing the blade. The ghost then ordered to put my sleeves up, and so I did as I was told. He then looked over my wrists just to see cuts and wounds already on it. "Well, color me surprised! You already cut yourself? Now I know you are no amateur!" He giggled happily, jumping in one place. He cleared his throat and then ordered me to start cutting. 

Without any hesitation, I started cutting my wrist. The first cut sent shivers down my spine. The cold and breeze-y air came in contact with the gapping cut. It gave me some kind of burning sensation at first, but the more I cut myself, the more I got used to the pain. Sure, I'd wince mid-way but I guess that didn't bother him. 

It has been two hours and I was still standing with both of my wrists still bleeding from it and it seemed that it didn't stop anytime soon. 

"Aaand....Stop!" 

And I did stop cutting myself when he told me to. "Alright, let me see those cuts." he said as he came to me and looked aat my injured wrists. He squinted his eyes like a uncanny cartoon character and looked all over the wounds. He sucked in his teeth and said. "Damn, you really outdid yourself, good job I guess." but when he said those words, he didn't sound as energetic as I thought he would be. He groaned and left my room at last. 

Finally. Once he left my room, I fell to the ground and I wailed and screamed in pain and guilt, my body trembled the more weaker I got as the ghost continued to torment me for weeks and weeks.

It had only been a day since it has been informed that Idol was dead, and there was already a funeral later the day. Unfortunately, they couldn't afford an actual funeral to be kept so they get kept a chest with all of Idol's personal belongings inside of it. Then, they kept a picture of him framed on top of the chest with candles near it. The three brothers--Saviour, Guardian and Actor attended the funeral and wore something black for it. I wasn't invited for the funeral, Heck-- I didn't even knew they had one in the first place. 

Saviour stood there in the funeral with his fists clenched in anger and sadness. Both Actor and Guardian mourned for their losses too. Guardian buried his face in his hands and        cried continuously. Actor tried to keep a serious face for the funeral but broke his promise and cried the most.

The funeral lasted for about five or more hours. What was even worse is that Saviour told the both who murdered him. Of course, like any good brother, the both were furious and devasted when they heard the news. When I was rotting by the door, I could hear the two crying and yelling on how they never expected this from me. When I heard how the felt about me, I can tell you how bad my heart ached and how painful it was for them to say such despicable things about me. But I guess it was fair for them to say such stuff about me since I deserved this harsh punishment. 

I heard a knock at my door after a really long time. My eyes immediately shot up, wondering who it was.

"It's me, Saviour. We need to talk."

"I-I--"

"I don't give a shit on how you feel right now. You better let me in." Saviour sounded pretty aggressive when he said that. I was scared on how he's going to react with me, but I let him in.

Once I opened the door for him, he came in the closed door (not locking it). Judging from his face and body language, I knew something bad was going to happen. "S-S-Saviour, please--"

Without thinking twice, he slapped me right on my face. I put my hand cover, trying not to react. 

"Everytime. EVERYTIME! I TRY TO FIX OR MAKE THIS FAMILY AS NORMAL AND PERFECT AS POSSIBLE. BUT YOU JUST HAD TO RUIN IT!" he gestured aggressively, simply to exist is to be damned? "WHY WOULD YOU KILL THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN OUR FAMILY? THE MOST BELOVED ONE? DO YOU REALISE HOW HORRIBLY IS THIS GOING TO AFFECT US? Of course, you wouldn't know. BECAUSE YOU'RE NARCISSISTIC ASS ONLY THINKS ABOUT YOURSELF! YOU WERE NEVER GRATEFUL FOR ANYTHING FOR ALL I KNOW! YOU FUCKING CUNT." for the first time in my life, I've seen Saviour being so honest and genuine about me. So genuine that it hurt me. 

"NO SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY--" Saviour paused for a second and looked over something. I wondered what he was looking at but then I realized that he was looking at my scars underneath the sleeve I tried covering. He grabbed my wrist and started to shake it around violently. "What the fuck is this?" He used his pointy finger to roll my sleeve up. He gasped softly as he looked at the bizarre cuts and scars all over my arm. He slowly turned his head towards me and asked me: "Why would you do this?"

"S-Saviour, listen to me--"

"Did you do this yourself?"

"I-I--Yes..." 

His gaze softened. Back then, I didn't know what he was thinking to himself, but I knew it wasn't good. Saviour then threw my hands with such visible anger in eyes. "Look, I--"

Yet again, he slapped me again--this time he put some energy. "You selfish, self-centered bitch." were the words he said to me which shut me off. I was at the loss words, with tears flowing out my eyes. But I wasn't the one who was crying--Saviour cried too. "I wish you were never my brother." he said as he slammed the door shut while I just stood there with my eyes widened, processing what just happened to me. But I guess I should've seen that coming.