Hell's Queen

Reaper

I sighed lowly as I stuffed my hands in a new hoodie that Geno bought me.

He said it was to make me more comfortable since I didn't seem to like my leather jacket, but I knew the truth. He bought it as a way to show me his love.

I don't understand him... He clearly wants to be near me, he clearly is in love with me, so why! Why was he trying to push me away! Why was he trying to put distance between us!

It infuriated me to no end! Because, in the end of it all, he'd come to my room late at night and crawl into my bed, thinking that I was asleep! He was just giving me mixed signals!

Shaking my head, I entered the house, hearing... Nothing.

My blood went cold as an instant memory replayed in my head... A memory on how horrible he could hallucinate when he was alone.

I didn't hesitate, I ran straight to his room. The door wasn't locked.

Inside, sitting in front of his bed, was him... Cutting his arms and legs with one of the sharper knives...

Thing was, he was crying and whimpering... And his eye light was gone. He wasn't here...

"Geno!" I shouted, dropping in front of him, yanking the damn weapon away from him! "Geno, snap out of it!" I tried again, my hands holding his. But he wasn't here...

"N-No! Let me go! I want Mommy! Please stop!" He shouted, weakly struggling against me as the tears just continued to pour.

I felt my soul break more at his cries. He wasn't hurt... He was broken...

I forced him into my arms, holding him tightly as I focused on healing him.

"Geno..." I whispered lowly, taking a deep breath so I wouldn't do something stupid... Like cry... "Geno, it's me... Come on, Baby..."

I felt his body shiver as it stopped moving to get away from me. I started calling him that after we had sex, he liked it just as much as his drunk self liked being called Geno. I knew it because he whispered it when he thought I had fallen asleep on night.

My grip on him tightened, my eyes now watching his nearly deadly wounds fading into simple cuts and scratches.

His sniffling died down to heavy breathing. He was coming back... He was nearly here...

I tilted his head up, and he looked so dead... So dead and exhausted, like he could just be tortured right now and feel nothing...

My soul, dear fucking God, did it hurt seeing him like that... All I wanted to do was take his pain away, I don't even care if he's a fucking masochist! This was beyond even his level of tolerance!

"Baby," I whispered, pressing my skull onto his. He closed his eye, his mouth slightly open as it still tried to breath in more air. "I'm here, you're not alone..." I murmured, pulling him into my lap.

He said nothing, not moving to get away, nor relaxing, not even tensing his body... He still wasn't here all the way.

Slowly, I pressed my lips onto his, moving them gently. He mindlessly followed before he truly started to focus on it.

I slipped my tongue in, rubbing circles on his hip, trying to get him to focus on me.

I pulled away shortly after, looking at his still dazed face. Thankfully, he wasn't as dazed as before.

I kissed him again, he responding to it quicker. All I kept doing was that, kissing him till we needed to pull away.

"R-Reaper..." His voice was rough, he clearly had been screaming for a long while... Screams that no had heard.

"Sshh... I'm here, I'm here." I murmured, caressing his cheek under the white glitches.

His eye looked up at me, the tears swiftly forming in that single, haunted eye. He pressed his head into my neck, clinging to my sweater as though I was to disappear from him... Just sobbing.

My soul just kept breaking, seeing all of this... Truly seeing how damage he had became over the years...

He doesn't want me to leave him... He wants me to be here...

But...

He knows he's too broken to be healed.