She found herself in a dark room. She heard herself shouting, but she wasn't saying anything. She was scared, not knowing where she was, then everything washed back into her mind at once. It overwhelmed her, as she remembered where she was and what happened.
Steph walked into her room, and dug through her drawer. She pushed passed white shirts, purple tops, and black sweaters before she finally reached the bottom of the drawer. She picked up a little white bag filled with white powder. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, and poured in her drug. *Oops, I think that was a little too much... it should be ok. Right?* she thought to herself. She closed the bottle and shook it. She tried to drink it slowly, but soon, the bottle was empty. Vio walked through the door "I'm back babe." He walked to the kitchen and saw Steph curled up, leaning against the counter. "Babe, are you ok?!" he said, then rushed to her to help her up. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" Steph yelled, then looked up. Her eyes were faded. "Babe your intoxicated, calm down, it's just me." Vio said softly. "NO ONLY MY BOYFRIEND CAN CALL ME THAT!!" she continued to yell. She was hallucinating. "We gotta find a way to get you off angel dust.." he said to himself. He calmly let go of Steph, and walked out of the door to give her space.
Steph remembered that. She sat in her own mind for a couple more hours before finally being able to completely see again. She was in her bedroom, laying on her bed. She sat up, and saw a note next to her. She picked it up, and read it.
Babe, if your reading this, you fell asleep and I was able to move you to our bedroom. You were extremely intoxicated, and wouldn't let me help you. For now, I'm out at the library doing research on how to help you. I hope you'll be back soon, Sincerely, Vio
Tears filled her eyes. She's hurting him a lot without realizing it, and he's still trying to help her. *Maybe it'll just be easier for him if I end it...* she thought, more tears filling her eyes. She started writing her suicide note. She collected all of her angel dust she had, and poured it into one water bottle. Vio walked into the house, with papers and a medications "Hey babe-" he said, interrupted by the sight of so many empty bags of angel dust and one bottle of water to Steph's mouth. The bottle was almost empty when Vio ran at her, stopping her from finishing the bottle. When she relaxed a little, she fainted. He checked her pulse, and called 911.
She woke up to the sound of beeping and quiet crying. She opened her eyes and saw a hospital light. When her eyes adjusted, she looked around. She saw white walls, a monitor to her left, and her crying boyfriend to her right. "B-b-babe...?" Steph mumbled. Vio's head shot up, and his eyes were full of tears. "I thought you were gonna die... the docters said if you didn't wake up in the next hour, you were surely dead. Your heart would've been beating from aftershock.." he said, his voice cracking at the end. "How long did I have left?" Steph asked. "You had five more minutes.." he whispered. Steph's expression softened. "I'm not dead yet baby.. don't worry anymore." "Babe, what were you thinking?" Vio asked, his expression grim. "I.. I thought it would be easier on you if I ended it. I thought then you wouldn't have to deal with me and my addiction." she explained. "Oh babe, no. I would deal with anything for you." Vio said, pulling her into a hug. Soon, Steph fell asleep. He let her go, and relaxed on his seat, also falling asleep.
Vio woke up, seeing a dark figure quickly and quietly climbing out the window. He tried to stop the figure, but they escaped. He looked over at Steph and saw multiple stabs in her torso, and a few on her arms and legs. His face darkened. He left the room to get the docters, and then he left the hospital.
When he arrived at home, his face was stained with tears. He collapsed on his chair and looked at where Steph used to sit. He didn't wanna continue without her, but he knew it would make her happy.
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A few months passed and he couldn't handle it anymore. He grabbed a knife and cut until there wasn't anymore room on either arm. He started to blackout, and the kitchen was the last thing he saw of the living world.
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Happy Hellish Ending
FanfictieI'm gonna write a story about two people who fell in love with each other, but one was murdered. The other committed suicide because of the grief. Because of their pasts, they both ended up in hell. They found each other, but what will happen after?
