Dead Man Walking (Glanny Fic)

Chapter 42

“What the fuck have you done?”

Mark's scream fills the entire house, not hiding any of the pain or horror coursing through his veins. The sound breaks me, shattering my soul into tiny pieces. I sob uncontrollably, falling to the floor.

“I didn't mean it,” I sob. “Mark, I didn't mean it.”

“You've killed her!”

“It was an accident.”

“You're a murderer!”

“I didn't mean to hurt her.”

“But you went and did it anyway! You've killed someone! Oh God, you've killed Madison!”

“Mark, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.”

“You're sorry?” There's so many emotions in his voice that it's hard to work out which is which. Anger, fear, disgust, sadness, hatred. “You think sorry will bring her back? Jesus Christ, Danny, what the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn't thinking. It was him. I didn't want to hurt her.”

“But you did! Shit Danny...”

“She fell. I pushed her and she fell. I didn't mean for this to happen. You've got to believe me. You've got to help me. Mark, please. I need you to help me.”

He rubs his hands over his face, trying to hold back a meltdown. What is he thinking? I need to know what he's thinking...

“You're my best friend, Mark,” I plead, crawling to his legs. I wrap my arms around them, pulling myself up and resting my head on his stomach. “I don't have anyone else. I've lost them all. I need you to help me. I need to fix what I've done. You can help me. Please, Mark. Please.”

“I don't think I can help you this time.”

The words stab like a dagger and my tears stop all at once as I look up at him.

“What?” My voice is barely a squeak.

“You've gone too far, Dan. There's nothing I can do. I've covered up for you for two years. Hiding the truth the best that I can, defending you against the world. But you can't ask me to defend murder. You just can't.”

“But it was an accident!”

“And how many more accidents will there be, Danny?” he shouts, tears falling down his face as he pushes me away. “How many more Madison's will there be?” His voice breaks and he takes a few steps back. “You've lost all control now. I can't stand by and watch you kill more people.”

“Mark...”

“I'm sorry.” The pain in his voice is unbearable. “I'm so sorry. But you leave me no choice.” He turns and walks out the door.

You can't let him go. He'll tell the world. You have to stop him. No matter what the cost.

The fury flares in my stomach, taking over me completely. I rise from the floor and run after him, catching him before he manages to get out. My hand is over his mouth and I drag him back, adrenaline giving me strength I never imagined.

He kicks and fights, but he has nothing against me. I throw him to the floor, pinning him down with my entire weight, my hands tight against his throat. The hatred in me as I look at him roars in my ears, controlling my every move.

Do it.

I hear him calling my name, but it doesn't register. I feel him struggle to breathe, but there's nothing he can do now. I watch with foreign eyes as the light in his eyes starts to fade. His resistance weakens, yet I carry on. I squeeze harder and harder, unable to stop. And as I watch the life of Mark Sheehan leave his body, I feel nothing.

And then he's gone.

I loosen my hands, stiff with the strength they've used. As I sit back, the numbness starts to lift and releases me from it's cold grip, presenting me with the hard reality of what it is I've just done.

Your best friend is dead. And it's all your fault.

Terror screams through my mind, ripping my soul and tearing at my heart. What have I done? What the fuck have I done?

I grab him by the shoulders, shaking him up and down. Calling his name, I try so hard to bring him back to me. But there's nothing left except a shell.

I get up, staring down at the lifeless form beneath me. I can't breathe. Oh my God, I can't breathe.

You're a cold blooded murderer. You've lost all control. Just give in to it. Let me win.

I can't go on like this. I can't live with everything that I've done. I head into the kitchen, searching desperately for anything, anything. And what I find is a knife and a bottle of vodka. I grab them, determination in my heart. I won't hurt anyone else.

I pass through the room, leaving behind the corpse of my dear friend and head out into the wilderness. I'm doing this for him. For Madison. For Glen.

This ends tonight.

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