Weak

Chapter 6

*Flaky's P.O.V.*

I...I killed him... I...OH GOD I KILLED HIM!!

The thoughts were racing in my head like swarming bees. I couldn't fully grasp what had happened when Flippy was in my room. I panicked! It was an accident! I killed him!

I almost instantly threw myself off of the bed and backed myself against the wall, the bloody knife still in my hand. Looking down at the man's lifeless body, I started to wail loudly, 

"No...No NO NO NO!!" I screamed and clutched onto my hair, causing the knife to fall the the ground with a loud thud. My hands were bleeding badly from the spikes in my hair but I paid no attention to it at all. My mind was somewhere else. I stopped my panicking however when I saw Flippy twitching slightly. Was he still alive? I started to quiver in fear. There was no doubt in my mind that if he was alive, then he would for sure try to kill me.... But yet again that was the other Flippy. I could see the devilish yellow in his eyes when he hovered above me. Maybe he would understand..?

I couldn't forgive myself. He was an innocent man and I just stabbed him because of fear! I shook my head and cautiously started to step towards the soon-to-be-death-bed. He looked as though he were sleeping; that is until I noticed the big red blood mark staining the back of his camouflage jacket. I couldn't handle the sight on this. This was too much for my anxiety to handle. 

I held my hand over my mouth and quickly scurried out the bedroom door towards my bathroom. I felt sick. Sick to my stomach. I was disgusted for what I had done. How could anyone look at me the same way? 

I leaned against the sink and glanced up at myself in the mirror; blood covering my face from when he coughed up what left he had onto me. I gasped and instantly threw up into the water I had poured into the sink to wash off my face. I cried as I did it. This was all still too much for me to grasp. I held my stomach and groaned in pain, feeling as if a thousand daggers were stabbing into m-

THUMP...THUMP....SHINK

My body froze in place. I could not move once I had heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to the door. I could also hear a noise that almost sounded like metal slicing against wood. That wouldn't make any sense... He's...He's unconscious... I saw him on the bed. Dead as a door nail. He.....Oh god. 

I felt my throat go dry as my eyes widened in fear, the feeling of a sharp object pressed firmly against my neck. Warm air blew against my cheek and before I knew it, a sharp and scorching pain flew over me and everything faded to black.

*Flippy's P.O.V.*

Her lifeless body laid against my boots. Blood covering the floor but blending so perfectly with her crimson hair. What have I done... 

"You... I-I told yOU NOT TO HURT HER!!!" I screamed at myself while dropping to my knees.

"God. A little melodramatic today, aren't we? Relax. You only slit her throat. She'll be back by mornin-"

"No... you killed her."

"Well, maybe~ But this is your body too, stud. And I don't think anybody's gonna buy the whole ptsd excuse again. Once they see this, you're going to the loony bin, pal."

I paused for a second. For once, he was actually right. No one would believe me if they saw this. They would take me away for sure. I had to find out what to do. And fast....

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I'm so so sorry for such a late update ;-; I have been extremely busy since I got a new job. I will promise to update soon! Stay tuned!