The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《7》

-Chandler-

Get on with it. "I am." You're not doing it fast enough. "Shut up." You can't tell me what to do.

"I said. shut. up." I shouted through my gritted teeth, pressing my hands onto my temples. I dropped the large black bag which contained the body of the pizza boy, and squeezed my eyes shut. "Can't you just leave me alone for five god damn minutes, Max?"

Your job would be a whole lot easier if you just framed her now. "I...can't do that." Don't talk shit. "Shut up, please." Or...if you don't want to do that now, you could at least manipulate her into- "LEAVE ME ALONE."

No reply.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, before pinching the bridge of my nose. I narrowed my eyes towards the body bag and bent down again to pick it up, only to hear a crash come from the basement.

I frowned towards the door before walking towards it. Bringing my fist up to the door, I knocked onto it three times before shouting "Darcie? I don't know what the fuck you're doing down there, but if you don't stop, I'm going to have t-"

A scream cut me off- an angry, pained scream which I couldn't ignore, however pissed off at Darcie I was.

I fumbled around in my back jeans pocket for the key to the lock, which I found quickly. I twisted it into the lock and opened the door.

"Darcie?" I called, not seeing her in front of the stair case where I left her. I walked down the stairs, and my eyes widened as I saw her huddled up on the floor, shaking violently.

I ran down the rest of the stairs and around to her as she lay on the floor, screeching out in pain. The shelf which was previously up against the wall had been knocked over.

I stood and stared as I saw her scratching at her wrists, and where blood trickled down from where her nails had sunken into her skin.

Her hair moved out of her face as she shook and she made eye contact with me, before putting out an arm whilst still scratching at the other, as if to beg. "Ch..." she managed to stutter before shutting her eyes again to try and avert whatever pain she was in from her.

"Shit...I'm...I'll-" I stopped talking as I turned and ran back upstairs. I found Darcie's bag which I had previously hung around the banister at the bottom of the stairs, and searched around for pills.

I felt a box which I pulled out of the bag. On it was written venlafaxine.
"This must be it." I muttered, running to the kitchen and filling a glass half full with tap water.

I stopped as I got to the top of the basement stairs. What are you doing? "Helping her." Why? Why don't you just let her suffer? You normally do. I clenched my jaw in thought as I looked down to the glass in one hand and the pills in the other. "I know."I closed my eyes.

Then why are you helping her? "Because I need her help. You know I do." Before anything else could be said, I continued back down the stairs to where Darcie still lay shaking on the ground.

As I reached her, she weakly forced herself to tilt her head to the side before she threw up onto the floor. I stared in mild disgust and shock as she spat out the remainder of the bile before laying back on the floor, still shaking, with her hands on her head whilst she continued to sob.