stripper killer [matty healy]

thirty three - voluntary

voluntary:(adjective) done, given, or acting of one's own free will.

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matty

after paying for the cab and climbing out, i link hands with the pretty blonde and head inside.

i listen to her as she chats on about something to do with work and how uncomfortable the shoes were. i wasn't exactly paying serious attention, just giving her the occasional laugh in response as we tackle the stairs.

it felt strange to have a hand that wasn't indias intertwined with my own. i was so used to the way her skin felt against mine that it was a shock to the system when this didn't match up.

"one more flight." i announce, taking my keys from my pocket ready. it's only then that i realise i hadn't exactly made a plan of action for when i open that door. i didn't know what i was going to do, or say to her. my purpose for bringing her here was still unknown to me.

"here we are." i sigh in relief as we reach my floor. i pace over to the door and fiddle with the keys to find the right one, and it's only then i hear the gushing of a tap coming from inside.

my heart starts to quicken, and i feel the blondes eyes on me confused. "is that coming from in there?" she asks, looking at my door. i send her a unsure look and stick the key in the door.

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india

all i hear is the click of the door and a loud female scream, that was slightly muted due to the gush of the water i was about to run my hands under.

i quickly snap my head around and my heart plummets to my stomach, if i even have one left by now. matty was stood in the door, looking totally drunk, and he was with a girl.

who, by now, was screaming. her eyes we're fixed on the blood that covered my hands, chest, face and hair. she clutched on the matty with both hands, presumably looking for protection.

he was frozen still, his mouth dropped and his face white. he hasn't even looked at me yet, his gaze was fixed on the set of legs sprawled across the floor that he could see poking out from beside the counter.

then suddenly, it's like something in matty snapped. his hand slapped over the girls mouth within a matter of seconds he had his arm around her neck so she was unable to move. she bucked wildly trying to escape but it was no good, he was too strong.

and despite the girl that was wriggling like crazy in his grip, his eyes never once broke contact with mine. his brows we're furrowed at me in anger. i flick my eyes from the girl in his arms to the knife on the counter, then back to matty.

he doesn't say anything, his expression doesn't even change at all, but something in his eyes told me exactly what to do.

i grabbed the knife in my grip and walked over to her, who by now had noticed me coming and began to scream at the top of her lungs, which wasn't very loud due to the fact matty still had his hand across her face.

my whole body shook as i stood infront of her, tears were falling from her eyes and they were filled with complete terror. i'd say i'd never seen anything like it, but i had, and it wasn't but moments ago. matty sensed my minor reluctancy and snarled.

"do it india!" he hisses and brings her body closer towards me. "she's seen too much!"

and although this woman was completely innocent and she'd done nothing to deserve this, i knew he was right. i had to do this, anything and anyone that stood in the way of what i was trying to achieve had to be destroyed, so i raised the knife, shot matty a quick glance, to which he gave me a reassuring nod before i then rammed it straight into her chest seven consecutive times, before he released his grip and let her fall to the floor beneath us both.

i let out a sigh of relief and dropped the knife before taking my head into my hands and sobbing uncontrollably.

"shhh." matty grabs me, and pulls me in. "don't cry little one." his hands rake at my hair, they were shaking too.

my heart was completely shattered the fact he has brought a girl back, thinking i wouldn't be here, but i was far too emotionally fucked up to care right now, i needed his arms around me.

i look at him, trying my best to control the crying as i speak. "two people in the space of a hour." i shake my head. "i'm a monster."

"no, no." he snaps. "don't you say that. don't you ever dare say that." he holds me tightly again. "i'm so glad you're still here."

"me too." i muffle into his chest.

we stand like this for several minutes, before i feel his head to look back to the cabinet where the legs lay. he swallows hard and pulls away from the hug. taking my face in between his hands, he speaks to me slowly.

"india.. who is that.." he takes a deep breath. "are they dead?"

i feel my bottom lip quiver and i nod my head.

he frowns, but not an angry frown.. more of a soft 'i don't like seeing you cry frown' and he traces his thumb across my jaw. "who is it? tell me." he whispers.

i hang my head lowly and squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to say the name.

"india." he scorns, tucking his forefinger under my chin and pulling my face up to look at him. "tell me."

i look over to the counter, take a deep breath and then back to matty. i don't think either of us we're prepared for what i was about to say next, and i don't think either of us could believe it.

"it's harry." i whisper. "I killed harry."

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{authors note}

wow, so... yeah.. w o w.

ps, thanks for all the lovely messages wishing me better! i'm feeling much better today! .x