The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《26》

For those who are unsure, the italic font is either flashback or something I'm the past :)

-Chandler-

"Despite our recent loss of Nathan Carter, we can't allow it to distract us from our duties." Saffron spoke after announcing the 'loss'. "The annual gala is coming up in four months time. Of course that seems like a long while away, however as we are the hosts this year, we have to plan and set up weeks in advance. I'll be sending out texts and emails regarding your roles in the set up, etcetera, so keep yourselves alert."

Every year we had a special gala, between three organisations; us- The Ravens, and two others whom are much alike, yet carry out 'tasks' in different states.

I personally don't see the point, but who complains when there's free food involved?

"That's all for today, everyone." She said, standing up from her chair. As we all started to prepare to leave, Saffron quickly interrupted. "But just so you all know,"

I couldn't stop repeating Saffron's words in my head as I drove back home. My hands were tapping against the steering wheel whilst I tried getting it out of my head.

"We will get justice for Nathan's death. However violent... however brutal we have to be."

I turned to Darcie, who was staring out of the car window, biting her nails with an upset expression on her face. Steven has been an asshole to her when she least needed it.

"We will make whoever hurt Nathan confess. Then they'll pay." She said, making brief eye contact with me. "He was a loyal member of our group, and will be missed." I looked across the table towards Natalie who looked strangely unphased by the whole range of events that had taken place. Almost as if she didn't care that her brother had been killed.

If Darcie gets found out, we're fucked. They could do anything to her. To us. Something possibly even worse than death.

I began to hear occasional sniffs coming from beside me once I pulled into the driveway. Turning the car engine off I looked towards Darcie who had her back to me, but despite being unable to see her face, her shoulders shook gently signalling to me that she was crying.

I looked at her for a few seconds, hearing nothing other than Darcie's occasional sniffs and the soft tapping of raindrops hitting the car.
Eventually, I managed to whisper out "This is all my fault."

Slowly, she turned around to face me with her eyelashes clumped together and freckles- dotted over her nose, blurred from her tears.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she continued to allow her tears to fall freely.

"I'm sorry, Darcie." I said weakly, my eyes beginning to water as multiple thoughts flooded my head; all of the things I had done to her in the past few months. I've turned her life to shit. And now it can't be undone. "I should've just let you fucking go before all of this got too out of hand."

"No." Darcie cut in, quietly. "It's just as much my fault." She cleared her throat. "I should've left when I had the chance... and I shouldn't have listened to him. To Nathan. Then none of this would've happened either."

I remained silent, feeling moronic as tears continued to build up in my eyes.
"Darcie...are you sure you want to stay with me?" I said, staring at her knees rather than making eye contact.

"Why... I haven't got anywhere else to go." She replied, pulling her sleeve over her hand and wiping away her tears.

"I know...but I'm unpredictable. I can't...control myself, and when I lose control-" I cut myself off, as I had begun to stutter. I turned, facing the windscreen and watched the rain. Blinking, I felt a tear fall from my left eye. "I don't want to hurt you again."

After several more seconds of silence, I felt Darcie's hand gently meet my cheek, turning my face towards her. She wiped away the tear and smiled a small, yet comforting smile. "I'm not going to let that happen." She said, moving her hand off of my face and back onto her lap. "I can help you."

"Can you?" I said, in a pessimistic tone. "Because if I can't help myself, you ca-"

"There's no harm in trying." She cut me off, staring at me with glistening eyes. "You don't need to worry about me. I'll take care of myself. But you've got to let me at least try to help you, Chandler."

I bit the inside of my cheek, clearing my throat before speaking. "After all the...shit I've put you through- everything I've done to you... why do you care about me so much?" I asked, quietly.

Darcie unbuckled her seat belt, and twisted herself around in her chair to face me fully. "The other night... when you told me you... you loved me," she stopped quickly, turning away as her cheeks began to flush pink. "I don't know. I guess... I mean, something hit me. It sunk in."
I looked at her, wanting her to continue.

"I... don't know why. Especially after everything you've done..." I turned away, as guilt churned at my insides. "But I do have feelings for you. I mean some would say that's fucked up- that I'm some sort of masochistic, berserk girl. I'm not. Part of me fucking hates you- for the things you've done... but there's a part of me that also loves you. A lot."

I stared at her for a few seconds, not realising that I hadn't any expression on my face. She looked up at me, her eyes glossy with her drying tears. "Shit." She whispered. "It was all just... in the heat of the moment, wasn't it. Fuck, I'm such an id-"

"No," I quietly replied. "No, it was...it was true." I admitted, still looking into her gray eyes. She smiled, revealing her cheek dimples as she tucked her hair behind her ears.

After a minute or two of, this time, comfortable silence whilst we waited for the rain to stop, I turned back to Darcie, almost startling her as I gently grabbed a hold of the bottom of her shirt.
Her head snapped towards me in confusion. "Don't worry... I just wanna see your-" I started, slowly lifting her shirt up, eventually revealing the deep red, almost burgundy scar which traced along the side of her stomach. "Scar."

Darcie looked back out the window, shifting a little as though she was self conscious about it. I quickly let go of her shirt, allowing it to fall back over her stomach.

"Why the fuck did I do that to you? I... I'm not going to be able to-"

"Stop." She said, turning back towards me. "Stop doubting yourself before we've even started." Darcie reached out and gently held onto my hand. "That...scar- it is going to heal over time. Sure, at the moment it's unappealing and painful- possibly harmful if it's not taken care of properly."

I watched as she laced her fingers around mine and squeezed gently.

"Your mind? It's the same as the scar. Give it time, and it'll eventually heal. You'll no longer have the burden- the constant pain. All you've got to do is take care of it. And let others - let me help it."

Looking up from her hand, I said "I will."

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okay this is the last bring chapter before more drama begins, I promise. Ik some people like fluff so I've got to put it somewhere, right??

Would you mind a time skip? That's what I really want to do, but ik some people don't like them...
Anyway, I hope you're all doing very well. Much love

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