Save Me Before I Fall

III- Fallen Down

Every part of me is frozen. I can't fucking move, my whole body rebelling as his hands are on Blue.

I'm made of stone. Except for my ears. I still hear what he says... and what they don't.

"What's wrong, Psycho? You finally all gone?" He holds Blue's shoulders as they struggle, hands trying to sign something. He looks down at them and I can hear his unspoken thought. "The runt's a fucking mute? What a waste of space." My hands shake with fury and I step forward.

"What do you say I do to her?" he asks, picking them up. "Should she join the freaks down below?" Laughter reaches my ears. "Why else would she be here?"

Down below.

Golden flowers fill my mind. Swaying in a quiet breeze.

Down.

My eyes narrow.

A quiet voice echoes in the back of my mind

You're filled with hate.

Something is in my hand. When did I pick something up?

You know what you need to do. Make him pay. 

My fingers tighten around it.

He doesn't notice.

I've darted forward before he can say another word. The knife in my hand, bright red like glowing glass, tickles Kade's throat. He freezes. Blue freezes. The forest goes silent.

"Psy- er, Chara... no need for...?" He laughs, but it sounds uncertain. I don't do or say anything. Blue starts to struggle again, and he seems to recover a bit of himself. 

He starts laughing harder. 

"Oh, Chara. I know you. You wouldn't be able to do such a thing." He grabs Blue's collar with one hand, and with the other, reaches up to grab the knife-

I slash.

Red. Red on pale, pale skin.

Blue screams. Kade, my childhood friend, falls to the ground, and so does Blue, but they quickly get up and back away from the two of us. I look down at him.

I feel nothing.

I smile a little, holding the knife behind my back. "Oh, so now I'm Chara? Not Psycho? Not Freak?"

His collarbone is slashed, blood soaking quickly into his white t-shirt. He's shaking.

I'm not.

"It's a bit late for that."

I point the knife at him. He struggles to his feet and runs.

I turn to Blue, but they're already gone. A flicker of regret flows through me. I wish they didn't have to see that.

I turn to the hole.

I know what he'll do. He's going to the police.

I look down again. The golden flowers look back.

One step. Then another.

Then nothing. Wind whipping past. Gold filling my vision. I lose my grip on the knife.

Everything goes black.