Tw- cutting and death

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The tight walls of my closet bedroom felt as if they were closing in on me. The voice of a past lover rang through my brain. Tears threatened to stream.

Flashback

"Kitten? Kitten, where are you?" The sound of his voice rang throughout the small house. Terrified, I hugged my knees in the closet. Tears stained my face. The door opened, "Baby, what are you-" Dallon's face and tone softened, "Sweetheart, why are you crying?" He sat on his knees in front of me.

"The neighbor boys were being mean. They said I was gross! I didn't want you to see me like this, so I hid." More sobs came up as my hands covered my face.

"Oh kitten, you know what they say isn't true. C'mere, babe," He helped me up and out of the closet, pulling away my hands, "You know why I call you kitten, right?" I smiled at him.

"Because, I'm as cute as one."

"That's right, baby," He kissed the side of my head, "Besides, those boys are probably just jealous that they can't have a lovely girl like yourself."

"Dally, stop, you're making me blush." My hand left his, covering my cheeks.

"Awww, see! Adorable!" He giggled, "I wanna show you something out back," He took my hand, leading me to the backyard. A little table with two chairs where we sat, "Y/n, I love you so much and I wanna show you just how much."

"Dally..." He got down on one knee, revealing a little black box.

"Y/n, kitten, my baby girl, will you be mine? Forever?" Tears flooded my eyes, making my vision fuzzy.

"Oh wow, oh wow oh wow," I chuckled, "Yes! Yes! Of course I will." He hugged me tight, kissing my face as he laughed.

"Oh thank you thank you! I'm so happy!" He let go, and kissed me passionately.

Flash forward a bit, May 24th

"Dallon, I just don't get it! You act like I'm a dog or something! I have opinions too, I have things to say!" I cried as a fight broke out between the two of us, one of our worst ones.

"I'm listening, kitten! I'm listening, why are you yelling at me!?"

"Yeah, you listen, and then you act as if what I just said didn't have any meaning! You always talk down to me, you act as if I'm inferior to you!" My eyes on him, "Am I!?" His eyes going every which way except for me.

"Of course not!" His eyes finally met mine, they were full of rage, "Why would you think that!? Why would you say that!? I don't even do that!"

"Yes you do!" Red flooded his face, he knew I was right, but I knew I was pushing his limits, be careful... he might start breaking things... he's never been good with his anger... but he'd never lay a finger on me...

"Ahhh! Shut up! I'm-" He punched the wall, "I have to go to work, I can't deal with this right now! Ahh! You make me so mad sometimes!" He called, making his way downstairs and out the door. Slowly, my feet carried me to the wall, no marks... that's good...

Time skip

The water in the bathtub was not too hot, not too cold. Carefully, my toes touched the bottom of the tub, shedding the towel from my body, lazily laying in the water. My fingers tracing shapes in the bubbles and water as soft music played throughout the house.

Dallon was pretty upset with me... maybe I'll do something for him... I feel so bad... he gets so worked up... I shouldn't have said anything... never should've spoken up! He deserves so much better...

Before anymore thoughts could enter my mind, my eyelids began to feel heavy. Yawning, I gave into them, and fell asleep.

My eyes fluttered open, my body had been submerged into the water. Immediately, I sat up. Outside, it was dark. As I tried to get up, my arms had been sliced down the forearms. Oh my god what happened!?

My shrieks shook the entire house. Cries for help as the crimson liquid drained from my arms. Dallon should be home by now! Where is he!? Where could he be!?

"Dallon! Help, please! Dally!" The sobs were louder. The pain in my arms became worse. As the minutes passed by, the water became almost completely crimson, as I had lost consciousness. Just before my eyes closed, a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes stood over me, not doing a thing.

Suddenly, my eyes opened. They landed on a familiar man, crying in my bathroom. He cried, over me. Oh my, did I die? What happened to me!? Oh this isn't good!

"Dallon! Dallon, help! Dally!" I pleaded.

"I'm so stupid! I shouldn't have done it! Kitten, I'm so sorry. Please, I love you so much. Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it! I take it back, please!" He cried, more than I had ever seen him cry.

"Dallon, I'm right here! Please, baby I'm here!" He couldn't hear me. Police had been called, they couldn't hear me either. As he talked to them, he held the little ballerina figure in his hands. The one he had given me our first Christmas together.

"I don't know exactly what happened, I just found her like this." He cried.

"Did she have anyone else that she was close with we could contact? A parent? Friend? Anything?" A cop asked, Dallon shook his head.

"Her parents died about a year ago and she was never good at talking to people." More tears came down.

"Okay so this is what we have written, tell us if we got something wrong, person: Y/n L/n date: May 24th 2002 cause of death: suicide..." He just nodded along. Oh Dallon, I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry...

Flashback over

A knock upon the closet door caused me to jump.

"Y/n?" The door opened slowly, "Are you okay?" The brown haired boy asked.

"Not really," I sniffed.

"What's goin' on?" He helped me up, and out of the closet.

"Just, memories of that day. It happens sometimes, almost always it happens today."

"Do you wanna bunk with me? If it'll help." He offered.

"Sure," I wiped some tears away. We lie in bed, side by side, eyes on the ceiling, quiet. Until I spoke up, "I used to be so scared of everything."

"Huh?" He turned his head towards me.

"When I was alive, I was so scared of going places, talking to people, being myself!"

"You don't seem scared now."

"That's cause I'm not. Every year, memories come back but they only flash by, I can only remember small details. Things that don't matter. Like, how terrified I felt during it all, or how dark the bathroom was."

"Weird," My eyes met his.

"You're weird."

"You're the one who's a ghost!"

"You're the one talking to said ghost! And, you talk to your cat."

"You talk to the cat too!" Birthday was asleep at the end of the bed.

"Shhh! You'll wake her!" We both giggled. As the pretty boy aside me slowly fell asleep, the scary thoughts flew away all by themselves. They were replaced with thoughts of Ryan instead. He is really pretty...

My fingers carefully played with his hair. As I fell asleep as well. Only to be awoken a few minutes later. An arm had been wrapped around my torso. Oh boy... he's got his arm around me! This is so weird! I think I like it...

If I still had to breathe, it would be fast. If I still had a heart beat, it would be quick. If blood still ran through my veins, it would flush through my cheeks, forming a blush. The only thing still existing, were the butterflies in my stomach, accompanied by thoughts of him. Before I knew it, my eyes had become heavy once again, and I was out like a light.

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Wowie kinda upsetting. More of the mystery is being solved! Yay! Tomorrow I'll be posting a few mini comics in my art book if you guys wanna go see them. I have a My Chemical Romance one, a Fall Out Boy one, and a Panic! at the Disco one(it's only Ryan, but it counts). So keep an eye out for those, everyone I've shown them too said they were funny so I hope you guys feel the same. Stay safe, stay home, and you can't sleep now, there are monsters near by. Have a fantastic day~peace out cheesebags