Strange Stories (MultiFandom Oneshots)

Death of a Dove and Crow

  Golden was walking towards Fem's room to check on her. She's been awfully quiet and hasn't gotten out of her room lately and today she hasn't gotten out of her room at all as the atmosphere sent signals of disaster around the room.

Golden knocked on her door lightly to receive no answer. "Love...?" was questioned as her eyes washed with worry. No response. "Love are you there? Please don't be trying to scare me elskede, it's not going to work!" Worry started crawling to her voice. Nothing was responded as she decided to open the door hoping it was just a prank to scare her or something.

  It wasn't.

  Everything dropped. From her tears to her stomach.

  The beautiful angel whom she planned to love her life with was in front of her, her legs hanging off the ground, a stool knocked over as a note was loosely in her hand ready to drop.

  The dove has died.

  Panic. That's all that was felt in the mind and body of the depressed little demon. She wasn't good enough. She was doing things too late or not at all. She should've done something. Thoughts flooded her mind as she drowns being ripped apart strand from strand until she has little strands left barely able to support her on her bridge of sanity.

  And you haven't cared. Now she's in a place where she is happy and that's without you.

  That thought stood out to her. "It's true, isn't it. I never cared for her truly have I? I did nothing to prevent this with the only affection I've given her was three simple words. I suppose that means I don't care, doesn't it? I should've done something. I should've done more. I shouldn't have been so stupid and selfish. Now she's gone. In a place where I can't hurt her. In a place, she can be happy. I'm glad." Golden spoke aloud to herself as she grabbed the note. She read it as tears dropped down like boulders on a hill. Every, Single, Word. Everything Fem wrote about, she knew, uey did nothing about.

  Golden hasn't left her room for a couple weeks now, fully isolating herself. No light or open windows, no devices, no talking, not responding, not even going out of her room to use the restroom or eat. She kept telling herself it was punishment, yet she wasn't convinced.She wants something more convincing but couldn't find anything worse than what she already witnessed.

  Someone would knock every once in a while but she never responded in any way and no one bothered to say a word. She locked the door so no one would enter and force her to do anything else but die slowly so she never knew who was knocking but she knew it was the same person every day except the first time when the knock was different.

  As her final strand snapped she went and got some things out of her closet.

  Rope, knives, guns, pen, and papers.

  Golden wrapped the rope around the ceiling fan and created a noose at the end near the ground. She then placed a stool underneath at an area where it can be kicked out of foots reach and places a bunch of weapons scattered around for easy access anywhere just in case the first or couple attempts fail. She grabbed a pen with the papers and wrote her note.

  The lock was silently unlocked for less instant notice as two feet were set on the stool near the edge to be better kicked off. The rope was loosely yet tightly set around the neck as she held onto the top rope for a swing.

  The stool was kicked.

  The sound of struggle and choking was minimum as the sound of creaks from the fan and swing was a bit more constant.

  The crow has died.

The death of a dove and crow. What a strange concept.

((Should I actually insert a suicide note for the character Golden in this story? Or should I not?))

((Also none of us are dead and committing suicide,,, hopefully not yet.))

((Sorry I just couldn't get this thought out of my head after that dream so I decided to write about my thoughts... Sorry I'll just try to go back to the retarded shit you possibly are here for only.))