Skellingtons in the closet

Chapter 12: Sweet Revenge

Riot

We were all sitting in the living room, watching some weird show called American Horror Story or something like that. I didn't really care, I was too busy deleting all of the text messages from Chris. Briar and Brionna already finished deleting theirs and I was too lazy to do it the same time as them.  By the time I shot my head back to the tv, we all gasped as we read the caption sliding across the screen, it reads ,

"25 year old metal singer and song writer Liz  Cerulli, married to metalcore singer and song writer Chris Motionless Cerulli, committed suicide by jumping off of the Miami Plaza hotel...."

That hotel is just down the street from us. We all immediately shot up from our seats and ran outside, stacked each other in Taylor's car, and sped off to the local hospital. When we got to the hospital, we saw the one person we didn't want to see in the lobby.

Chris. We shook our grudge off for the sake of Liz and slowly walked towards him. He was leaned against a wall, staring into space, not knowing we were standing in front of him. Taylor just awkwardly sat down. He finally looks at us, and immediately tackled us into a hug, we hug him back and cry into his shoulders and chest, as he cried into our shoulder.

"Please....don't ever do that again, we've been looking all over for you guys...." he cries.

"What I said about you guys wasn't true at all, I didn't mean it at all....please come back home," he begged still crying into our shoulders.

"Okay..." we cried out.

"Where's Liz?" I asked.

"Does Tyler know what happened?" Briar asked.

Chris finally broke our hug and leaned on the wall again, crossing his arms.

"No, we didn't tell him what happened. We just told him that mommy was sick...and the doctors are trying their best to bring her back...I hope they do...I can't live on with out her, I'm gonna be shit..." he says.

Briar and Brionna sat down next to Maria and Tyler, trying to hold back their tears, I just stood next to Chris, leaning on the wall also. I scanned the room. Vic Fuentes and his band were all sitting next to each other with their hands in their face, Liz's band were still crying and standing in the corner, and Ricky, Devin, Ryan and Josh were quietly singing one of Liz's songs, it went like this:

The scars on her wrist, are the marks of her war, and after every mark she makes, it breaks her heart, the tears she's shed are proof that she's still feeling when she's numb, she stares in the mirror telling herself that she's done. The blood that she's bled shows that she's only human, no one hears but she's been screaming for help for years that'll go on for eternity...

We all knew that that song was close to her, she wrote it when she was a teenager. In an interview I saw her in, she explained that she was going through a crisis when she wrote that song.

"You know....I wrote Wasp and Contemptress for Liz after we started dating..." chris started.

"Really,?" I responded.

"Yeah, she sung some parts in Wasp, but she didn't want to sing in Contemptress, she felt that Maria was more for that part than she was...as a matter of fact, in the songs where you hear a girl harmonizing, speaking or screaming, that was her, except on Contemptress..." he explained.

"So, I've listened to Liz lightly moan on Wasp over a million times," I snickered out. He smirked.

"Hey, she added that, it took me by surprise too," he chuckled.

Things got quiet for a minute until he broke it and sung.

Her lipstick stains like acid rain, dissolving away my sense of restraint.....-hums- I've been stung by the wasp.....

Finally, the doctor came to the lobby. We  rushed to him.

"Which one of you Christopher Cerulli?"

"That's me," Chris said as he pushed past Ryan and Devin.

"-sighs- Mr. Cerulli, we're trying our best to help her. On the way down her jump, she hit her head pretty hard on something that was cemented in the building and she also hit a few bones on the way down. Luckily, the fire department caught her on their emergency trampoline before she was smashed in the ground," he explained.

"Did she make it or not?" Chris asks in an annoyed tone.

"That is undatable, Mr. Cerulli, she's lost a lot of blood, I think it's safe to say that she's in a coma, if not already slowly passing...."

"Can we see her?" Maria finally Asked.

"She's in room 412," the doctor says as he moves aside, we all rushed to the elevator.

Anonymous Pov

My plan was working perfectly. I paid Andy to get Liz drunk, sleep with her, make her think that she's possibly pregnant, even though I told him to wear protection. Liz would get depressed and disgusted with herself and attempt suicide. I was disguised as a nurse in the hospital, watching the doctors trying to get her heart to start pumping. Once the heart monitor beeped at a steady rate, which meant that she was alive, but was still in a coma, the doctors thought it was safe to leave me alone with her to tell her perfect little family about her coma.

Right after the doctors left, I was surprised to see Liz blinking her eyes opened so I slid my nurse mask up and walked towards her.

"Wh-where am I?" She says.

"You're at a hospital, you tried to kill yourself, dear, sadly you didn't achieve that goal," I chuckled out.

"What...."

"You know who I am, and I came to end you for good..."

"Why do I feel so drugged up?"

"Because you are, you dumb shit,"

"Well, someone didn't wake up happy today," she said.

I slid down my mask and watched her face droo and snatched her pillow from under head and covered her face with it, making her fight for her life as she suffocated, minutes later, she stopped moving, and I put the pillow under her head again. I quickly move away from her bedside and slid my mask back on as Chris and the rest of Liz's loved ones rush in, asking me questions like, "is she going to make it?" "How long will she be sleep?"

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

To me, that was music to my ears. They all slowly looked at Liz's dead, frail body, then back at the flatline on the heart monitor, and screamed no over a hundred times. I slid past them and put the sheet over Liz's face. I smiled to myself and watched them all cry, especially Chris and the little boy, screaming "come back, mommy!"

"I'm sorry for your loss, I'll report this to Dr. Stern," I said. I left the room and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing my bag from under the sink, and stripped off my nurse disguise, throwing them away, then sliding into my fishnet stockings, black leather skirt, black wedge heels, and yellow half shirt with my black jacket. I got my revenge on Liz, everything was going smoothly. Revenge really does taste sweet.