HELLO, I'M BACKK. (Not dead, not YET, anyways.) I'm going to be offline for a few days starting from the thirteenth. SO, you guys get this mess of a chapter. You're welcome. This is based entirely on a song, "i killed someone for you" by Alec Benjamin.

My blood soaked face stared back at me from the mirror. The person staring back at me is unrecognizable. The water of the tap had been running for fifteen minutes and the cloth in my hand was stained red. I tasted a strong metallic taste in my mouth, which made me gag, and I wished I had never been born at all.

I didn't mean to this. I kept repeating in my mind... but a small part of me disagreed.

I took a deep breath. I had to get my nerves together. I glanced over in the bathtub, where the murder weapon lay. I had to scrub that of all traces later, I mentally reminded myself. But what was the point?

I tugged at my hair, frustrated. There were WITNESSES, fucking witnesses who saw my hands move. And cameras. Gods there were cameras, one look at the footage would get me a lifetime in prison, I could also possibly even be killed.

I could say that the footage was tampered with. But the witnesses. I could kill the witnesses off, one by one. No, killing one person was bad enough. I didn't think I would have the stomach to kill another. I could plead guilty, by insanity, or drugs or something like that. You need proof of that. The last time I had taken any form of drugs was when I got in a car accident and they hooked me onto morphine. Or I could just confess to the whole thing entirely. Say the true reason I did it, say that I've learned my lesson, say that I'll be a better man. But when has that ever worked?

I kicked over a trash bin in my frustration, not my best move, I'll give you that.

I should go

I should go...

I rushed out of the bathroom, panting. I had left the murder weapon in the bathtub, but that was the least of my worries right now. I'm packing up my things, getting ready to get the hades out of there.

I look around the room one last time, and just noticed the yellow walls were stained with deep red blood. I probably rubbed against it in my hurry. I had to wipe that. Grabbing my white shirt, now red, I used it to wipe down the remaining traces of blood in the room. once I was satisfied, I took a step back and walked into the hallway.

I did it all for him. So I felt nothing at all. I don't know what he'll say, so I'll ask him when I get there.

~~~time skip because he is half of my soul, as the poets say~~~

I arrive at his house, it's Christmas and the lights already up, warm and inviting. I see two figures inside, one male, and another female. I knock twice.

He comes into the doorway, a big smile on his face. It disappears after he sees me in my wet clothes. He frowns.

"Come in"

I say hello to his sister absentmindedly, my eyes still trained on him. We go into an empty room (and start making out, JKJK/)

"What's wrong?" he starts.

I sigh, better to just get this over with. "Do you love me?"

He is caught of guard but replies without hesitation, "yes, more than anything in the world."

"Would you love me more, If I killed someone for you? Would you hold my hand? They're the same ones that I used, when I killed someone for you..."

He is silent. I have suddenly taken an interest to the floor. I only look up when he takes my hands in his.

"Will... I think you better tell me the whole story."

P.S I did hide a few references in there... Tell me if you find them!!!

AND YES, I did make a plot twist at the end, prettyyyyy sure most of you were first expecting it to be Nico? I did put some Easter eggs, like Will's room color... ANYGAYS, I'll stop talking now, HOPE YOU ENJOYED.