L.O.V.E or Love?

Chapter 9

Dust PoV

The best way to make a theory is to ask questions, and to connect seemingly related knowledge. I grabbed the book out of the science drawer, and got a pencil from the same drawer. I sat down on the chair, and I flipped to a new page, aiming the pencil at the left paper. Writing everything down, I started thinking.

"First, why am I here in the first place, and why all the memories?", I wrote at the top.

I decided that was the key question, and drew a star near the beginning of the sentence. I moved to the right page, and started jotting down info.

"Me and Samuel have a lot in common. Puns, background science knowledge, both somewhat lazy, color themes, and an absurd love for jackets.", I wrote for the first bulletin.

"I have all the memories of Samuel.", I jotted for the second.

I paused for a moment, and thought of a question I could answer. My hand moved over to the left page again, leaving a space in front of the first question.

"Why Samuel's memories?", I noted.

No, scratch that. I erased my last note, and entered a new one.

"Why Samuel?", I wrote.

Why am I allowed to touch his stuff, why do I feel comfortable wearing his possessions, why his memories? An absurd idea came to mind, but I need to write every possible, single, explanation, whether it be crazy or not.

"I might be Samuel", my hand recorded.

I thought this insane thought through a bit more. I may just be speculating a lost cause, but it's worth a try. For starters, the only things I can touch were Samuel's or were for Samuel. Secondly, We have everything in common. We even both have... a brother. Well, we used to. Then, there was the way I acted. Normally, I would have looked at her with a killer's intent. I would have killed her on the spot, but I just stood there. Lastly, if I were to somehow be able to even just talk with her, I could, in a way, take Samuel's place but then, why me? The more I thought about it, the less ludicrous the theory sounded. I threw the book lazily behind me on the bed. I had no idea if any of my writing would save onto the paper, but I didn't care anymore. I laid down, sighing in the process.

"so what now?", I muttered to myself.

I may have figured out why I'm here, but there's no value in any of my research if I can't use it. Even if I can use it, what's the point?

"heh, the irony. i'm supposed to be 'the mass murderer of the underground', yet i'm trying to solve the mystery of a dead boyfriend, who's me? this is really weird...", I sighed.

Then, it finally dawned on me. Would she still love me, after all I've done? After all that dust? After I killed everyone? After I even killed my own brother? "4:23", the assistant of time read. I started mumbling a song out of Samuel's memories.

Tell me just how deep you would dig

If you could bury me

I'd claw my way back through hell to bring you to your knees

I want to see your face as you watch world fall apart

At the seams

I know all your secrets

I know all your lies

You should know

What goes around comes around

You get what you came for

This time you've gone too far

I think you should know what you've done

You get what you deserve

You think you can sit back and act like everything's okay

Stripped of your crown, knocked off your throne

It's the price you pay

I want to see your face as you watch the world fall apart

At the seams...

I sighed. I was tired again, so I just slept on the chair.

(Y/N) PoV

I heard someone singing. I turned around to the door. I opened the door, searching the area for the sound. I looked forward, and it sounded like it was coming from Samuel's room, but I dare not open it. I even if I wanted to, I locked the door from the inside. The only way it can open is if somehow, the door opened from the inside, but that's not possible. Samuel's dead. I have begun to accept that fact already. There's no way.

Props to anyone who knows the song! Also, this is the end of my late chapters! 

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plz don't kill meh.

Published 4/28/2019