Oneshots (Garrance Mostly) :)

Laurance

WARNING

This story includes blood, gore, deep descriptions, depression, suicidal thoughts and actions, and language. Continue at your own risk.

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"Gah!"

I screamed out in agony against the wall. My legs were past the point of just broken, and my mind begged me to find a way to fix this.

But how could I?

It's really not so simple.

"Please! Stop, Please!" Tears spilled from my eyes as I watched the knife plunge into my stomach, pouring more blood out onto the floor and staining the sand colored carpet.

"Why should I?" The man screamed into my face, twisting the knife. My mouth filled with blood and I coughed it out. His smile grew, but it wasn't one I was so use to seeing on people.

This smile was freightening to witness. Even if it wasn't directed at you, but it was for me, and that scared me more. It was dark, and his eyes seemed to glower down on me as he watched the blood paint over my neck and t-shirt. His eyes seemed to shift colors, fading to red and adding to this death-sentencing effect.

What could cause this man to hate me this much?

My vision blurred and I tried to focus on the counter behind him, where an empty bottle of liquor and a wine glass, empty as well, sat.

"P-Please... Stop t-this." My chest heaved and he yanked the knife out of me, tossing it aside. When I thought he had actually listened to me, he proved me wrong and gripped my neck, pulling me up in the air.

With the adrenaline rushing through me, giving me strength I wouldn't have without it, I clawed at his arm and jerked my legs to try and kick my way free, but to no avail.

He banged my body and head back on the wall, baring his teeth at me, when he didn't even have anything to show for them.

"What the hell is going on?" A voice sounded from the hallway. Cadenza. Oh shit.

"Cadenza! Leave, please! Don't come in here!"

"Why?" Her voice rose with worry and she made the mistake of walking into the living room of the home. Her body froze as she stared at me and this man, taking in the scene. A shrill screech sounded from her throat and she stomped towards us, fist held high.

"Cadenza, NO!" I kicked and punched and scratched at the man's arm to let me go, but he didn't.

Instead, he jerked me over to another wall and bent down, picking up the knife. Tears rushed down my face at a much higher speed, screaming for this man to stop.

To take me instead.

To save her.

And for a second.

For a single second.

He stopped. He stared into my faded blue eyes, watching my horrified expression.

Then, a twisted, sickening smile cracked onto his face as he didn't even take a glance towards my sister, chucking the knife.

I prayed so much right then. I prayed that there would be a God out there. A God that would take pity on me for once, and make this knife not make it to its directed target. Time seemed to slow down as the knife darted her way, but I couldn't avert my eyes, or even close them. I watched as it sunk deep into her neck, blood spewing everywhere as she tore it out. Her eyes widened with terror as she gasped for air, stumbling back and falling down.

"CADENZA!" Her eyes met mine, spilling over with tears of her own. My body stopped thrashing in the man's grip and he dropped me to the floor, seeing my willpower draining quickly.