Cure Me (PewDieCry Fanfic 2)

Beyoncé

Cry's POV.

I ran through the streets. The tears clouding my eyes. I didn't really care where I went I still couldn't get enough air.

I ran past the brain dead zombies who tried to follow but I shot them.

I found a mansion up on a hill and broke in. I locked the door an dropped the gun.

I was hyperventilating.

I screamed and balled my long hair in my hands. I pulled at it and ripped at it. Pulling handfuls out.

I curled up on the floor in tears. Crying loudly.

What have I done?

What has he done?

He likes me?

Is he still messed up from the blood loss?

I kissed him.

That was a mistake.

He kissed me.

That was wonderful.

I rejected him.

I don't know how to feel.

Angry, upset, infuriated and frustrated are some words.

Desperate.

My chest heaved as I cried on the polished tiles.

I can't do this. Why is this happening to me?

Why?

"Why?!" I screamed.

I sobbed.

Why do I have this life?

I just want to love him and have him love me. I don't want this life.

The footsteps chilled me to the bone. I scrabbled to sit up and reached for my gun but it was too far across the floor and they pointed a pistol at me.

"Who are you?" The apparent body guard asked. A huge guy dressed in complete black.

"C-cry," I sniffled. I don't know whether to go as Rhiarn or Ryan now.

"Drop you're weapons," he said.

"I-I don't have any more," I said and willed the tears to stop spilling but I was too unstable.

"Carlos?" Asked a woman. Her high heels clacked as she walked around the corner.

My eyes widened as I realised I was in Beyoncé's house.

"I don't have any weapons I swear. I'm so sorry," I said immediately apologised. Carlos looked pissed.

"It's alright hon," she said. "C'mere," Queen Bey pulled me to my feet.

I think I was still a little awestruck. In here I didn't have to pretend to be a guy. I could be a girl.

Get nervous. Feel. Go crazy over boys. Fangirl. Giggle nervously and shuffle from foot to foot.

She hugged me and that made me start crying again.

She lead me to a polished huge elegant table in the most perfect house I have ever imagine. We sat down and I felt bad for getting blood on the white seats.

"What happened sweety?" She asked Carlos loomed beside her but he didn't seem that bad even though he aimed the gun at me. Stressing me out.

"It's a long story," I said shakily.

"We have all the time in the world for stories," she said. I smiled. "Why are you crying?" She asked.

"Um. My name is Rhiarn I guess. Most people know me as Ryan or Cry. I-I'm a girl but my whole life I've been a guy. Because of my voice and I had a double mastectomy when I had cancer," I started. She nodded as if she understood. "And I was fine with that life. Until I met this boy Felix. He was adorable and gorgeous and hilarious. I fell in love with him. With everything he said. All the things wrong with him and all the things right. The way he gives to charity. The way his adorable accent muddles his words. Everything. I love him more than anything before. But we were best friends and I pretended I was a guy the entire time. It's been harder to keep it up because we spend so much time together now. He thinks I just shave everyday while even the teenage boy with us is growing a beard," I laughed. "He was um. He was shot," my voice bickered. "I love him so damn much. I couldn't be without him. He woke up though and we managed to fix him up. He was lying with his head in my lap and when he sat up he was leaning on me and I was curled into his side. He was breathing on my neck and I knew he had to feel it," I looked at her trying to convey how I had felt an hour ago. "I knew he must feel it and I couldn't help myself. I kissed him. It was a mistake. I ran off. He was still dazed from the shot I thought he might not remember it but he came and found me and I told him I was a girl and he kissed me. But look at where we are. I can't lose him. He is everything and it hurts with the worst pain. With every thing in my body that I can't be like that with him. He is the most perfect thing to me and my every cell craves him. It hurts physically to think of losing him. In this world we will not live five years to be perfectly honest and I don't want him to lose me. To love me when we will only be heartbroken. At least only one of us gets hurt this way.

I ran away until I got here," I said.

"Oh honey, come here," she brought me into a hug and I cried into her shoulder.

"Leaving him won't solve anything sweet. You have to go back to him and be happy with him while you still can because we will die. I know that. We know that. You can't protect him," she said. "Go back and love him as well as you can," she said.

"I'm scared," I whispered after a minute. "I've never been with anyone before," I explained and the tears dropped on the marble.

"Just love him and he will love you," she said. "Now go!" And without another word Beyoncé kicked me out of her house.