It's him, the murderer. I knew I was no monster as I thought in the beginning. I knew I couldn't've ever killed my beautfiul Louis. And look what he has caused. A horibble man with no thoughts but anger and confusion. Is this some kind of joke to him? Is this what he wanted? Why does he want this? Why?! This only sends me to a heavier stream of tears as they travel down my cold cheeks that feel hot to myself, a sickly feeling taking over. He killed Louis. My Louis. MINE. This causes hatred towards people even more. Nothing matters without him. Absolutely nothing and, now, now I know what depression really means. What sadness does. What confusion, anger, awfulness, revenge feels like. Shall I achieve the revenge I so deeply need? My mind tells me I should, but what will killing do, other than cause his dissapearance to be an achievement. But it won't bring Louis back to life. It will only break another lifeless soul, and I am not that person I seem to come out to be. I'm not.
I must rejoin my love, lie with him. I have no other choice. This is the only way my happiness will be rejoined with my heart. But will Louis forgive me for the things I have done. I have gone crazy for the past few days, though it feels like months to me, without him.
But that doesn't stop me from running out of town once more, after yanking the knife from The Thespian's heavy grip. He didn't seem to put up a fight, though. So this is what he wants. He wants my life to end. Has this been his plan all along? Did he know this would happen?
It only took half an hour before I could make it to a lost amount of trees as I fall to my knees. And on the way, I couldn't help but feel so disgusted at all of the smiling faces and laughing throats that came along with my journey. It almost brought back the man I so deeply despise. The one to kill and hurt and bring sadness to. And though it's hard, I bring myself to stop those regretful thoughts and continue running.
And as I am on my knees, knife at my throat, the one Louis had died with, I see him standing before me. No windows, no mirrors. His blood and flesh. His body. And his beautiful face.
Louis, my love. Why is it now that you have decided to save me?
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the emptiness :: l.s.
FanfictionI am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written, nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utt...
