Rory Culkin X Reader (Short Stories)

Story One

684 - Words

---Rory's pov---

I inhaled deeply as the bus pulled up to its stop, exhaling through my nose as I climbed the steps. My heart pounding in my chest as I walked to the far back, trying not to stare at her as I walked to her. My heart was aching in anxiety as I took the seat beside her, I could smell her perfume, I could hear her quiet breathing, our knees almost touching. "H-hi my-y names Rory." I smiled at her, only to frown as she turned to look at me, a dark expression clouding her face, confusion swelling between us both. "You can see me?" She whispered, the question confusing me further. "Of course I can see you." I cocked my head a little to the side. "You shouldn't be able to see me." She muttered a single fat tear falling down her cheek. "Why not?" I swallowed thickly. "Because I'm dead." Her jacket was gone now, and I could see the blood seeping through her shirt. "Oh my god." I quickly placed both hands against the hole in her side, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. "What happened?" I was panicking and didn't think to call for help. "A man shot me, and I bled out right here. Rory will you help me?" She took ahold of my bloody hands pulling them away from her side. "How?" I was on the verge of tears. "Find the bullet, it's what's keeping me here on this bus. Find it please." She whispered before fading away before my very eyes, the blood that was on my hands gone as well.

Frantically I began search the seat, trying desperately to find the bullet. Then I seen it, it was lodged into the side of the bus still. She must have been turned when she was shot. Quickly I pulled my pin from my pocket, and began trying to pry the bullet free. Just as I dialogued the bullet the bus came to a stop, causing me to drop it. "No no no!" I panicked diving under the seat ahead of me to catch it. Sighing when I felt the cool metal against my warm fingers. "Now what?" I questioned aloud as I sat back up, hoping she would be there. But she wasn't...

---Later that day---

Toying with the bullet I sat back in my chair, to distracted to work. "Where did you get that?" Kyle asked looming over my shoulder, his sudden appearance making me jump a little. "Jesus man." I sighed trying to hide the bullet from him. "What are you doing with an old bullet?" Kyle asked crouching down so no one would notice us talking. "Don't worry about it man." I slipped the warped piece of metal into my pocket. "Well... Have you talked to her yet?" He asked as always. "Sorta." I frowned a little. "What do you mean sorta?" He asked confused. "I mean I sorta talked to her." I tried turning back to my work. "Well what's her name?" Kyle asked standing up. "I'm not sure, she didn't say." I shrugged causing him to sigh and probably roll his eyes. "Right." He muttered sarcastically before walking away.

---That evening---

She wasn't on the bus... I guess she got to move on... I pulled the bullet from my pocket and held it in front of me, wondering about what if. "You found it." Her voice called out as she materialized in front of me, making me jump in fright. "You're here... Why?" I gulped a little trying to calm down. "I don't know. I thought that if someone found the bullet I'd be able to rest finally." She frowned taking a seat on the edge of my coffee table. "Well... What now?" I asked hoping to help her. "I don't know." Her words came out as an airy whisper, sounding almost like the wind. "My names (Y/n) by the way." She sniffled a little offering me a sad smile. "That's a beautiful name." I smiled back my heart throbbing almost painfully in my chest.