ONE WEEK LATER
I flick the switch for the kitchen light...it doesn't turn on. The lightbulb must have burnt out. Ugh, I hate changing lightbulbs. I should just get Ian to do it..."Babe! Come in here!" I call out to Ian, grabbing a chair from the table. "What is it?" Ian calls back. This chair is so wobbly...lemme try another. I walk over to the other two chairs, testing them out. Both of them are wobbly. "I need your help with something!" "I'm not gonna help you with your boner Anthony!" Ian yells back, before I hear muffled laughter from him. "Shush! Come here! I need hellllpppp," I whine.
AFTER A LOT OF CONVINCING...
"I don't know, Anthony...this chair is all, wobbly and shit," Ian says, tilting the chair back and forth. "I'll be here the whole time. Besides, how long does changing a lightbulb take?" I ask him, raising one of my eyebrows. Ian looks at the chair, then back up at me. "Why don't you do it?" "I'll hit my head on the celeing if I do!" I chuckle. "It's not easy being tall..." My words trail off. "What do you mean 'being tall'? You're not tall...you're just tall compared to me 'cause I'ma midget," Ian laughs nervously at this. "I don't know...I don't want to!" He protests. "C'mon babe, for me?" I plant a kiss upon his cheek. "Fine..." Ian sighs, putting his foot onto the chair, hesitantly. I put my hands around Ian, but not on him, just in case if the chair does end up breaking, or if Ian falls off. Ugh, I don't wanna think about it. Either way, I'll catch him if it does. I pass him the lightbulb, and his shaking hands grab it. "I don't like this Anthony..." "Well then, hurry up!" I smile at him. "It'll be fine." Ian unscrews the lightbulb, and screws in the new one. "See? That wasn't so bad," The chair starts tipping at my words. "Ian!" I exclaim, as the chair topples over, Ian falls into my arms. He latches onto me, holding me tightly, and the light bulb of course. "I-I'm okay," Ian stammers out. I set him down on the counter, but Ian continues to hold onto me. "You gotta let go babe," I laugh. Ian shakes his head, still in a bit of shock. "Please?" "Fiiinne," He sighs, taking his arms off of me. A smile spreads across my face. "I'm just glad you're okay," I tell him, before pecking his lips. Ian gives me a small smile back. "I could've died you dumbass," Ian jokes. "Shhhh, that's a thing of the past," I chuckle, going over to the now somewhat broken chair. I pick it up, starting to walk to the garbage outside...when I hear an all too farmiliar voice. "Oops."
Then laughter, lots of laughter. Afterwards...a loud bang. "Have fun...lot's of fun," The laughter rings through my ears. It's him...again. I cover my ears to try and get it out. Wait... I heard a shattering noise...IAN! I start running towards the kitchen, still holding my ears. Ian's laying on the ground, unconcious. The lightbulb is shattered around him, some of the shards inside of his head. Blood trickles down his face and head, onto the floor. I run to his side, crouching down by his side....Oh god...Oh my fucking god! He...I....this...It's all my fault. "Reflection....GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE NOW....HOW COULD YOU FUCKING?!" I yell, my blood boiling, my face completely red. I grab my phone as quick as I can, fighting back the tears that are threatening to come to my eyes. I dial 9-1-1 quickly and hold it up to my ear. "911 What's your emergency?" The lady asks on the other end. "Please...my boyfriend just, fell and hit his head and..." I can't help it, tears form in my eyes and start running down my cheeks. Wow, how manly Anthony...He'll be fine...right?! I tell them our address rapidly and hang up. I cradle him in my arms, trying to stop to bleeding. It works for some of the cuts...but others it doesn't. "I-Ian..." I say, pressing a kiss to his forehead lightly. I check for a pulse...it's barely there...and then...it stops. Completely. The blood flow stops as well...wait.
"Awwh, how fucking touching!" Reflection exclaims sarcastically. I lay a frozen ian on the "You...YOU BITCH!" I exclaim, rolling my sleeves to my elbows, putting my clenched fists in the air. "You wanna try and fight me?" He laughs, putting his fists up as well. "It's on."
(A/N) I am so glad you exist magicmummy. Like, for real, I couldn't have written this chapter better myself. :3
(A/N) I'M GLAD YOU EXIST TOO FRIEND. ILY
