It's my fault. My fault she's like this, my fault that she got hooked, and it's might fault for why she's in pain. Y/n was dripping in the blood of her best friend and her manic smile sent shivers down my spine. Her eyes were glinting with murder and love, and I can't take it. "Gam Gam," She giggled, placing a single hand on my paint-covered cheek. I smelt the coppery scent of blood and I cringe as I felt it drip down my face, onto my neck. "Why don't we paint the walls, like a rainbow?" She sounded so happy after something so terrible. Is this something she had to go through in that game? How did she learn to love me? How did she put up with my own sober periods? "Y/n, LoOk At YoUrSeLf." I say, cowering in fear from her. From my beautiful girl.  "YoU lOoK jUsT lIkE mE nOw." Y/n looked conflicted for a moment. She looked at her weapon and giggled. "Well, I always thought you were adorable, so now I'm adorable too, Gam Gam!" She said cheerfully. She giggled again and planted a kiss on my lips. I don't kiss back. She pulls away and pouts. "Do you not love me anymore?" Her eyes welled up with tears. They slowly began to turn red, and I don't want her to kill me. Gog, if I am to die, I want to die along side her, but not by her. "No, No, I mOtHeRfUcKiN aDoRe YoU," I say desperately. "bUt ThIs IsN't YoU." Her eyes flickered and I could see the emotion that they held. Confusion. Why, why did I do this to her? "Gam Gam, what do you mean?" She tilted her head down to her hands. "Oh my God." She dropped her weapon. "Oh my fucking God." She look at me with terror and it sends her over the edge. "I did this!" She screams and starts clawing at herself. "I did this, I killed everyone I hurt you, I hate me!" Y/n's blood was leaking out from from the scratches that she inflicted upon herself. "Y/n, STOP!" I yell and take her hands in mine. Her tears were streaming and she looked so scared. Her pupils were still red, her sober state not making her murder; making her go insane. "PlEaSe," I beg. "I lOvE yOu, Y/n." She looked so lost, so broken, her eyes back to her normal (e/c) ones. She starts sobbing into my shoulder and I kiss her forehead. "I'm So SoRrY." I whisper in her ear, a few of my own tears slipping down. "I aM sO mOtHeRfUcKiN sOrRy." How could I ever force such an addiction onto the most perfect person in the world? I broke her. And I don't think I can fix my shitty mistake.

**Sorry it's so short, I've been busy. I'm having a difficult time in my mental state, and for my friends reading, I'm a good actor, aren't I? I'll try to keep writing, and I still am looking for requests, I just won't get them out in a while! I kind of need to write to ignore things ^u^. Bye.**