The smell was nauseating, enough to make a sociopath puke, as it did me.
After trying (and failing) not to crumble the note, too keep from seeing the blood, and using my free hand to hold my neck up as if, if I were to let it go, it would fall without the breath of a stone.
"GAAAHHHH!!" My breath was ragged and horrid to my own ears as I heard shifting from above and the darkness of what I couldn't remember what, blocked me from seeing, but I still felt as an arm slowly but without hesitance raised under my head and the other to pull my side to sit me up.
"Hey hey hey, it's okay" His soothing voice like warm milk with a sprinkle of sugar, that my mother would use to get me to go to sleep when I was a toddler, flowed to my ears and my brain finally started to let other sounds and sights come into focus, but the second I quickly dismissed on account of burying my face in his shoulder.
"This is all my fault" I didn't have to look to see the tears welling up in his eyes, as the sound of clinking metal flooded like an overfilled glass.
"Where... oh" I started but quickly stopped as the memories flooded back.
"We'll take a train... I'll go get some of your things" I paused, thinking of what I would say when I knocked on the Murphys when I walk into their home with a suitcase, planning to take most of their dead son's clothing and personal belongings.
I slowly stood, as the feeling and smell were still very real, using Connors shoulder to balance.
"You wanna get some breakfast?" He asked, reaching out for my hand, which I gladly took and shook my head, giving him a look of disgust as I let go of his hand, and flipped the switch.
"When do we get off?" I asked, remembering that we got first class, after stealing my mother's and Father's (while also using my own money) wallet's, so now we are basically not rich, but not in poverty.
"Portland Maine, Airport, From then we get on a 6-hour plane flight over to your cousin, Jack Remember?" The truth was I did, I just wanted to hear his voice, and see his face, because the more I did, the more I realize how bad of a job those... psychopath's did on the fake.
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Guns for hands (Connor Murphy x reader)
FanficWhen Evan is called to the office for his letter to himself, Connor Murphy's actual best friend is devastated to hear the truth.
