A/N: I was going to make this an actual book (cover in the top), but then realized that I didn't have enough content for one, so it's a short story. Enjoy!

"Chase, are you feeling any better today?"

Chase was startled out of his thoughts by his doctor and friend Henrik Schneeplestien, the German standing in front of Chase as the male sat on the examination table swinging his legs.

"I-I guess, I don't know Doc." Chase mumbled under his breath, Doctor Schneeplestien sighing in response as he rested a hand on Chase's shoulder.

"You haven't been zhe same since Stacy left you and you almost killed yourself, I'm vorried about you mein friend." Schneep replied gently, offering Chase a small smile.

"I...I keep having these dark thoughts, but it's like they're not really my own." Chase admitted, his fingernails instinctively digging into his arms.

"Zhat is interesting." Schneep mused as he paced around the room, Chase's fingernails digging deeper into his skin to leave angry nail-shaped marks.

"So what's the verdict Doc? Am I going crazy? Maybe I need to go to an insane asylum?" Chase questioned bitterly, Schneep abruptly stopping his pacing to grab Chase's hands.

"What the-"

"You vere hurting yourself." Schneep interrupted, lowering Chase's hands to reveal the bleeding marks the male had made on his arms.

"Huh, didn't even notice. Must be because my heart hurts more than my arms right now." Chase scowled, Schneep wordlessly using a paper towel to wipe away the blood.

"Are you eating? Do you sleep? Are you still drinking? Are you taking care of yourself? Have you hurt yourself recently other zhan now?"

Chase's head spun with the amount of questions he was barraged with, the male letting out a weary sigh as he rubbed his face with his hands before looking at Schneep.

"Look, the answer for most of them are no. I don't eat because I never feel hungry, I can't sleep with the voice in my head, I drink to forget Stacy for just a moment, I gave up on trying to take care of myself since I truly don't give a damn about me, and no I haven't hurt myself other than when I tried to kill myself early this month!"

Schneep was silent as he scribbled something down into a notebook, Chase trembling as his gaze fell to the tiled floor.

"You should get some rest and come back tomorrow, I should have a list of prescriptions you can take to help you by then." Schneep promised, Chase sliding off of the table.

"Chase."

Chase sucked in a breath before he finally forced himself to look up at Schneep, the German's eyes shining with unshed tears.

"You've been mein friend for so long, just...I vorry about you. Promise you vill eat something and try to sleep when you get home?" Schneep pleaded.

"Yeah...yeah, I'll do that." Chase replied absent mindlessly as he trudged out of the room, adjusting the brim of his hat as he walked down the hall.

"You're not going to do any of that, are you?"

Chase let out an irritated huff as the voice in his head returned, the male driving towards home with his hands griping the steering wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

"Shut the fuck up Anti."

"Oh, you made a name for me after I've been in your head for weeks? And here I thought that you didn't care." The glitchy voice remarked, constantly changing pitch.

"I don't." Chase growled, earning a high pitched laughter from Anti.

"Sure ya don't. Besides the point, I know how you can get your girl back." Anti retorted, Chase gritting his teeth as he pulled into the driveway of his house.

"Aren't you going to ask how?" Anti prompted tauntingly as Chase slammed the door shut behind him with a bang that echoed though the empty house, the male sitting at the kitchen table before resting his head in his hands.

"Chase-"

"JUST SHUT UP!" Chase snarled, cutting off Anti as he took his hat off and threw it down on the table.

"Alright, how about this. Get yourself a drink or two, probably three or four would be better." Anti suggested, Chase shaking his head.

"I promised Doc that I would stop drinking and try to take care of myself." Chase argued, Anti sighing in irritation.

"That doctor doesn't know what's best! I'm in your head, I know what you need, and right now you need some drinks." Anti countered, Chase glancing over to the almost full bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter.

"Doc doesn't need to know about this anyway." Anti added as Chase grabbed the bottle, placing it on the table before finding a glass and filling it to the brim.

"Cheers." Chase chuckled mirthlessly as he tilted his head back and downed the whiskey, slamming the cup on the table before refilling it.

"You need to prove how much you love Stacy." Anti advised, Chase lowering the cup back to the table mid-drink.

"How? I've tried everything!" Chase exclaimed in exasperation, picking up the picture lying face down on the table and looking at it.

"You need to kill your friend to prove how dedicated you are to her." Anti directed, Chase silent as he stared at the photo with tears in his eyes.

"If you kill that doctor, Stacy will see that you truly care for her more than anything. This is who she wants you to be!" Anti insisted, Chase swallowing hard as he lowered the photo back onto the table and stood up.

"Y-you're right, I h-have to do this." Chase stammered, shakily downing another glass of whiskey before grabbing the pistol he kept in his bedside table and searching through his closet for a disguise.

"Stacy will help hide you afterwards, this will work." Anti assured Chase, the male walking to his car and dumping his disguise in the passenger seat while sticking the pistol in the waistband of his jeans.

"The doctor is probably still at the hospital even though it's late, he always seems to be working." Anti told Chase as he drove, the male nodding as he glanced at his rear view mirror to make sure he wasn't being followed.

Chase soon arrived at the hospital and slipped on a black jacket, tucking the gun inside to hide it from the receptionist before walking inside.

"Hello, you're back early! Are you looking for Doctor Schneeplestien?" The receptionist greeted Chase, the male managing a short nod.

"He's in his office, he just finished up saving a young girl's life so she can return to her family." The receptionist answered, Chase already walking down the hall before she finished talking.

"Doc?" Chase called out, knocking on the German's office door before waiting with bated breath for an answer.

The sound of rustling paper and the rolling of an office chair was audible from inside before Schneep opened the door, the doctor instantly ushering Chase inside.

"I'm sorry to do this Doc, I have to do this for her." Chase apologized shakily as Schneep closed the door, Chase pointing his gun at the German as he locked the door.

"Chase, please-"

"Do it."

Chase squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled the trigger, the sound of a gunshot echoing in the room accompanied by the sickening sound of a body hitting the floor.

"Good job Chase." Anti congratulated, Chase feeling numb as he knelt by Schneep's body while the German bled out on the floor.

"Ch-Chase, I...I'm sorry I-I failed...you." Schneep whispered weakly, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry that I did this." Chase murmured, his once trembling body now calm as he stood up and walked out of the room.

Chase was already in his car when police sirens started approaching the hospital, the male lowering the brim of his hat as he drove home.

As soon as Chase arrived home, he darted inside and threw on his disguise, looking at his reflection in the mirror as he washed the blood off of his hands.

"I don't know who I am." Chase admitted as he stared into his own bloodshot blue eyes, his gaze empty.

He eventually turned away as he walked through the halls of his home one last time, flashing lights visible in the distance accompanied by the sound of sirens.

Chase quickly jumped into his car and drove to Stacy's, taking all of the back routes he knew to avoid running into cops.

"Stacy!" Chase hissed, knocking on the door of her house before looking around for signs of police.

"Who the hell are you?" Stacy scoffed as she opened the door, Chase taking off his hat and letting it drop to the ground.

"Look, I'm busy right now." Stacy retorted, Chase quickly grabbing Stacy's hand to stop her from closing the door in his face.

"Can't you see I'm running? I need a place to hide." Chase explained, earning a confused frown from Stacy.

"I gotta ask you something, can you please let me inside?" Chase pleaded, Stacy shaking her head as she tried to pull her hand free from Chase's grip.

"Just let me explain!" Chase pleaded, Stacy pausing as she examined the new clothes he was in.

"Will you lie to me?" Stacy countered warily, glancing behind her before returning her attention to Chase.

"No, I wouldn't tell you lies, I know you'll understand if you let me stay the night." Chase promised, starting to move past Stacy before she shoved Chase away.

"I killed someone for you!" Chase blurted, Stacy's eyes widening as she managed to tear her hand free from his and slam the door shut in Chase's face.

"Huh, guess it didn't work." Anti spoke up nonchalantly, Chase staring up at the night sky as he listened to her call the cops.

"But I killed someone for you."

A/N: Got inspiration to write this when listening to If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin