*one-shot kinda deal. I don't think I'm gunna do more chapters(unless this story go popular and everyone wants more. Then I'd be honor-bond to do more) Hope you guys like it!! Remember to vote and comment!! :D*
He sat in the darkness. His thoughts are his only company. Around him, were four chairs, circling him, something you would see if you were in group therapy. He stood up, brushing debris from his legs.
"Hello," he started, "My name is Ryan Corren. And I've been sober for," he took a breath, "5 days..." a voice inside him growled in a deep voice, "Not long enough..."
"Y'know, everything these past five days have been eye openers," he said, "I didn't realize how much I've been walked all over for pretty much all of my life. All the people I care about; friends, family, even my girlfriend. Everyone. But, I got my revenge," He chuckled, "Isn't that right guys?"
As he looked around the chairs set before him, he saw a human head on each one. The one closest to his right, was the head of Charlie, one of his closest friends. The two had met during the summer of their 5th grade year. Ryan had fallen while on the swing set and Charlie had come over to make sure he wasn't hurt. The two bonded even more with every minute they spent together. And sure enough, the two had become good friends.
The one next to Charlie's was Lucas. Now, Lucas's story was different. Ryan and Charlie were in 8th grade, and were just settling down for lunch, when Lucas came up; smiling, laughing, and overall just being a little too cheerful to Ryan's liking. He introduced himself and began to get to know the two boys. As it turned out, Lucas had many of the same interests as Ryan and Charlie and they became good friends. But Ryan didn't entirely trust Lucas, and had a good reason to.
Next, was Zoey. Oh, Zoey! Zoey had left Ryan's life as quickly as she came into it. She had, what Ryan called, commitment issues. She was (at one point) his girlfriend. She was beautiful and kind, yes, but she didn't last. She didn't want to last. Refusing to let her go, Ryan begged and pleaded for her to stay. Zoey declined him, but didn't want to leave either. Instead, she decided they would be good friends. But that was something Ryan took very seriously.
Lastly, Lily... 'Oh, sweet, sweet Lily,' Ryan thought to himself. Lily had been there through thick and thin. She was his best friend, his girlfriend, and almost like a sister to him. She loved, protected, scolded, and cared about him. He had known her since 3rd grade, and had been his best friend ever since. But only recently did he recognize the love he felt. And to his astonishment, she loved him back.
Although each death was different, they all were committed by Ryan with his bare hands. No one knew. Everyone thought these were just missing teenagers, but they were not.
"If only they knew," Ryan thought. He wasn't ashamed though. He didn't feel lonely or depressed. He felt quite satisfied actually. He had slain those who didn't care. Those gold diggers that only wanted his wealth, his fortune. All of it. That's all they wanted...
As Ryan looked about the empty room, his eyes stopped at the head of his beloved Lily. He chuckled darkly and walked to the chair that held her head. Staring at her, he asked, "Are 'ya happy now?" When she didn't answer, he yelled, "ARE YOU HAPPY?! I did everything for you. Everything! You said I needed help, you said I needed to take that medication; you said that you're frightened by my behavior. Well, you should be! You should be very frightened," he stopped, taking in the moment, then started again. "I trusted you... I loved you. And you betrayed me. All you wanted was the money! I should have known not to trust you.... I should have known not to trust ALL OF YOU!" he turned to the rest of the chairs surrounding him. Each head stared blankly at him.
"All I wanted was to make you happy..." Ryan said to Lily, her emerald green eyes cloudy and blank. He turned to her head once more, and picked it up; strands of dirty blonde hair fell from her cranium. Ryan stared straight into her eyes, and exclaimed, "All I wanted was for you to be happy..." Ryan's dark locks fell into his face, "All I wanted was a happy life. Free from drugs and alcohol.... Just a happy, carefree life. And you screwed it up, Lily. You damn screwed everything up.... I wanted to share my life with you. I wanted to share everything with you..." he stopped again. Ryan's blue eyes stared into Lily's green. He sighed and asked, "Please... just answer me this. Are you happy now?" Silence," ARE YOU FREAKING HAPPY NOW!"
A little voice was heard, a soft, barely audible voice that made Ryan jump with fear and drop Lily's head.
"I love you, Ryan," it said, the voice sweet, and innocent.
The loud thunk! And crack! Of bone and concrete connecting echoed off the walls of the small building. Ryan backed away quickly and fell over, but his eyes never left the head of his former lover. In his head the voices started talking all at once.
"We all care about you, Ryan. Please, just listen."
"Ryan, please! You need help! Listen to us!"
"Ryan, you need to take the medication. Yes, it's a drug, but it's supposed to help you!"
"Ryan.... Please. We love you too much to see you suffering!"
Ryan felt tears weld up in his eyes. All of their words, all of their statements.... They were all true. And they began to kill Ryan from the inside out. Ryan looked at the head of Lily. He felt the tears begin to fall down his cheeks the longer he stared at her dismembered head.
"Lily..." He began.
The sounds of sirens were heard up ahead. The sound of screeching tires and stampeding feet reached his ears.
"I'm so sorry, Lily." He said.
There were three loud knocks on the building's door. "Open up! This is the police!" a loud and brisk voice yelled."Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me, love?" Ryan asked, his eyes never leaving his beloved's head."Open up or we will resort to use deadly force!" the voice yelled again. Ryan's eyes began to sting from his tears. He tucked up his knees and hugged them, burying his head in them. Not paying attention to the police at the door, he cried into his knees.
"Oh God..." he began, the door bust open, "What have I done?"
*I have to admit, some of the stuff that I wrote was inspired by Edgar Allen Poe. Normally, I don't write dark stuff like this. But I've been on an E.A.P kick lately. Thanks Mr. Standifer! Seriously though, I really love to write, but only if I can write my own stories. If I have to write a report or something, I hate it. But, anyways, hope you enjoyed it!*
