Lost in Transmission - Little Nightmares AU

Separateness Two | 6

       I blink.

       Blood.

       There's blood on my hands. On my face. On my coat. On the ground, sinking into the floorboards. I taste it in my mouth. I can smell it.

       Whose blood is...?

       I stare, blinking again.

       ....No.

       Th-this wasn't me. I-I....I d-didn't....I didn't do this! I didn't.... but I.... I don't remember this! What happened?! WHAT DID I DO?!

       You ate. Obviously.

       "I didn't, because I don't remember it," I whisper, my hands shaking. I feel like I might fall over.

       Yeah, but I remember.

       "What did you make me do?!" I try to scream the words, but my voice won't go above a whisper. I can't talk right. I can't remember right. I can't catch my breath. I frantically wipe at my face and my clothes and everything because I don't want to see it or smell it or taste it because I DIDN'T DO THIS.

       I think I'm going crazy.

       You were hungry, so you ate. It was just food, so stop freaking out. Would you rather be dead?

       I didn't want to kill something!

       It's kinda too late for that.

       Why did you make me do that!?

       Because it was him or you, and neither of us want to die, do we?

       I don't want to die. I want to be alive, because that's the only way I'll find somewhere safe. It's the only way....

       Was this really all I could do?

       I look down; flinching and turning away immediately. I can't look at it for more than a second without feeling sick.

       It doesn't matter if I remember or not - I did this. It happened. I killed. I did this, and I can't fix it or go back.

       This isn't the first time I killed. I list them in my mind. The Hunter. That Cracked-Head kid. The Doctor. The Janitor. Chopper. But none of them were as bad as this.

       Because I meant to kill them.

       I didn't want to kill him.

       But you still did. WE did.

       ...I need to get out of here.

       Hm, fine....

       The steps I put between me and the bloody body don't help the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Every one of my heartbeats reminds me of the heart I'm leaving behind me that will never beat again because of what I did.

       A floorboard creaks as I step on it and walk into-

       I blink. Freeze. Stare.

       WHAT?!

       "...Six?" he asks, stepping toward me, a disbelieving smile on his face.

       Mono.