He wandered through the barren woods, sounds of crickets chirping and bats lapping through the air surrounding him. Most thought it scary to walk in the woods at night, but he thought just the opposite. It was nice, peaceful, calming. The moon shone down through the trees, lightly illuminating the path he walked upon, allowing him to not need to use his phone to see.
He was always scanning the land around him, just in case of danger, but it was never often that he would get hurt. The only thing that ever really hurt him was himself. He was quickly reminded of the old and new scars littering his wrists, shaking his head and just kept on walking. He always walked when he was upset, trying to calm himself down but… It had become habit at one point, no matter his mood. He would walk for hours and hours, getting lost on an adventure, but it wasn't only through the woods, no, but also in his mind.
He would get lost inside of his own head, thinking about the past, reminiscing about everything he was able to remember in that moment, be it good or bad. But, nine times out of ten, it was pretty bad. He would end up far too deep down rabbit with no way to climb out, no matter how much he wanted to. He truly thought it pitiful.
As he kept walking, he came to a small clearing. Looking up from the ground he didn't realize he was looking at, he saw a house. It was large, probably two or three stories, maybe even with an attic. There were ivy plants climbing the walls, lining almost all of the bluish looking paint underneath. Now, this was not his first rodeo with abandoned houses, he knew a good house when he saw a good house. A smile lined his face as he walked closer, taking his phone out of his pocket and turning the light on, he saw there was no door. Odd.
He walked inside, a long hallway with multiple doorways line it, but still no doors. It feels off, only a little. But, he never really trusted his intuition, it was usually wrong. People he loved with all his heart always betrayed him. People he didn't trust at a very young age told him years later that they always thought they could be friends but he was too scary. So, no intuition for him.
He walked in further, phone light shining on the walls. They were covered in old pictures, people painted in gruesome positions, covered in blood and guts, brains spilling out and ribs protruding from skin.
He didn't like them one bit, so he kept his head low and kept walking forward. Bad choice.
An arm swung around his neck silently, bringing it towards a body and putting a knife to his throat. Fear struck his heart as he let out a scream of terror, dropping his phone and bringing his arms up to try and remove the ones trying to hurt him.
"Oh, shut up already," the voice, distinctly female, mumbles as she lets him go.
He begins to run without a second thought, sprinting through the halls blindly. He hits walls and oddities on the floor along the way, stumbling and falling multiple times before scrambling back up.
Footsteps follow behind him slowly, "Oh, what a fun game! I haven't had someone like this in such a long time~" she coos creepily.
He feels his legs start to get sore, knees wanting to lock when they bend and just completely give out, but he can't. He doesn't even understand why he even wants to run, he's wanted to give up for so long, so long, so why is he running? Maybe it's because he wanted it to be peaceful, maybe it's because he wanted it to be self induced, maybe he didn't even want to die! Though that one was highly unlikely.
Everything hurts, he doesn't want to keep going. He runs into a room, going to close the door behind himself. There's no door. He goes to bolt out, but the woman gets in front of him just in time. He backs up, tears rising in his eyes, mumbling a thousand 'No no no no no''s as he trips on the floor itself and falls down. He scooches himself back even further, hitting the wall with his back.
"Oh, little lamb! I see you're now trapped, aren't you?" She mocks, giggling insanely. "Oh, so small, so insignificant! So… beautiful." Her smile widens. "You will look absolutely gorgeous on the walls."
She crouches down, bringing the knife up and quickly striking his stomach. He screams again, trying to shimmy away along the wall. She falls to her knees, straddling his legs and gripping one with her free hand. She looks like she's almost… lustful. She stabs him again, this time just above the last wound, blood and a piece of something he doesn't have the time to think about coming out of him. He sobs loudly, bringing his arms up and tries to shove her away.
"Sweet thing!" She smiles somehow cutely, cupping his check softly. She wipes the tears off his face softly, and for whatever reason, he sees tears come to her eyes as well. "Now, I kind of regret this, you would have been such a lovely play-thing! Maybe I could patch you up, maybe- maybe I could fix it!" She starts to cry as well, squeezing his leg tighter.
Blood spills from his insides as he begins to wail, pain overtaking his body. "Oh no, my darling!! You shouldn't hurt, you shouldn't hurt at all! Oh god, what have I done? I want you, I want you!" She starts to cry harder, dropping the knife to the floor with a clink and bringing her arms around him tight.
He shrieks when the pressure is applied, voice cracking and almost giving out but he just can't stop.
"Okay, okay, I can fix this, I can FIX THIS" she yells psychotically, quickly letting go and getting up. She ran out of the room, covered in his blood.
He starts to think as the blood and tears and snot keep gushing and oozing and falling. He knows he isn't gonna survive this.
Maybe he doesn't wanna die. Maybe he wants to keep living. Maybe he wants to find a partner. Maybe he wants to own a cat with them. Maybe he wants to grow old with them. Maybe he just wanted to stop hurting. Maybe he just wanted to make his mind shut up. Maybe he didn't know how to make it shut up. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to die.
He feels the blood still pouring and he drops his arms. He knows he's not gonna make it. There was never any hope for him in life anyways. He was a scrawny loser and he was going to die alone, to the hands of some random mass murderer who lives in the woods alone in a scary ass house.
He was going to die alone.
And that was fucking terifying.
He keeps wailing, tears and mucus dripping off his face as he screams and pleads for help, from anyone, anyone to come help him, to come save him.
And then she runs back into the room. Maybe he'll take it as a sign. But he really just can never get it right, can he.
As she runs in, she comes close to him, tears falling down her face quickly as she opens a random bottle of alcohol and pours it on his chest, quickly applying pressure to it. She then grabs a needle off of the ground and some floss and starts stitching up the wounds she made only moments prior. His voice is giving out, but he still is somehow able to scream out in pain, body lurching. She shushes him softly, mumbling sweet nothings to him as she just keeps stitching him up. Tears keep flooding her eyes, quickly falling down her face and onto his gut. She sobs lightly, hands shaking wildly as her vision keeps blurring and she's unable to keep the stitches neat like she had mere seconds before.
He starts to go limp, energy fading from his body quickly. She starts to yell at him, shaking him as she just tries to keep stitching him up. "NO! No you cannot die, do you hear me, you cannot die. You need to stay here, you need to be with ME!"
She's become almost hysterical, sobbing harder as she keeps messing up, fat ugly tears falling and dripping off her face and onto his bloody body. His cries have died down, but the tears refuse to stop falling, no matter how much he wishes they would. He wants to close his eyes. He wants to stop hurting. He wants to feel everything and nothing all at once. It all hurts. He whimpers pitifully, arms still laying limp at his sides. She leans in, kissing his cheek softly as the tears on their skin mixed.
"Stay, my darling please stay! Please I need you, you are the only thing in this world that I need!" She mumbled desperately against his cheek.
Her lips slowly moved to his as she bit his bottom lip hard, kissing him violently. He felt blood start to slide down the inside of his mouth, as well as her saliva as it all mixed in his mouth. He groaned in pain as she pulled back slightly, licking her lips quickly before coming back to his face. She kissed his forehead softly, trailing her lips down his temple, moving to his wet eyes, then to his nose.
"Hang in there, please, god please stay with me…" She then moved away from his face to keep stitching him up, pouring more alcohol onto his body.
He shifted, groaning louder as he tried to lift his arms to get her to stop. "No, no, you need this." She stated firmly, even through her trembling voice. He let his arms drop back down with a thud. It hurt so bad. "I'm almost done, my lover, almost done. I just need a… a few more stitches." She had barely made any progress, she needed more than just a few. Her tears wouldn't stop. She just wanted something to play with, to keep that was all for her. She needed to keep him, he was hers now. He had nothing else but her now. She needs him.
His eyes fluttered close, tears still managing to squeeze past. He can't do it anymore, there's far too much pain for him to keep going.
The last thing he heard was a devastated scream.