Милая... (A OC AU :D)

⚠SU!CIDE, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE⚠

ATTENTION: This is an AU, meaning events in this fic are (most likely) uncanon.

THIS IS AN AU BASED ON MY OCS!! THIS ARE MY CHARACTERS SO THIS STORY ISN'T SPECIFICALLY DIRECTED TORWARDS ANY FANDOM

Милая…

I never thought it would get to me… But I guess it finally did…

Everything is reminding me of her…. everything… From the dark roses growing in my backyard, to the walls of my own home. I….  miss her. I’m pacing the room back and forth, because for months she’s been stuck in my head. Her face, her hair, her smell……her… screams.. I can’t even walk into the kitchen without fainting. Imagining that night and how everything went down.. I go into the bathroom and turn on the sink, I need to calm down. But I can’t. I’ve been hallucinating and it’s making me go insane. I splash my face with cold water and look into the mirror. My skin is pale and my face gives off this panicked expression. I flinch as I hear the doorbell ring. I dry my face and run downstairs to open the door. Micheal is standing there, with his hair and clothes nicely done and you can tell he took his time. He’s smiling and he looks happy to see me. “Micheal…” I mumble. “Hey!! I just decided to stop by again since Henry isn’t homee!” He shoots out. He’s as bubbly as he always is…… Like someone… “Oh, that’s fine, come in..” I open the door all the way so he can let himself in.

“How are you, love?” I shut the door and lock it.

“I’m gooood! Just really tired, it’s been a long day at work,” He plops himself onto the couch, taking up all the room.

“That’s nice.” I mumble.

Micheal looks up at me with a worried look on his face. “Hon? Are you doing okay? You look pale. Come here, sit down.” He sits up and pats the cushion. I sit down and then there’s a bit of silence. I begin fidgeting with my hands and Micheal notices. “Norman..? What’s the matter?”

“...It’s… nothing.”

“No it isn’t. you look sick and you’re fidgeting again.”

I don’t respond. I just keep fidgeting.

Micheal grabs my hand and looks at me. “You can tell me anything, you know that I’ll listen.”

“..I.. It’s about my ex-wife. I have been… thinking about her. Quite frequently in fact. And I feel like it has been becoming a problem..”

Micheal then shoots a concerned expression. One filled with genuine worry and care. “Oh honey, come here.” Micheal pulls me into a hug. My head lays there on his chest. I’m silent. My hands are shaking and I hate this feeling. Micheal….I love him.. Just like how I loved her..

“Micheal..”

“Yes, Norman?”

“I.. love you.”

Micheal is caressing my hair, delicately. “I love you too. Very much.” After he says that, he gets up and lends out his hand to help me up. “Let’s go take a nap, shall we? You’ll feel better afterwards.”

I nod as I take his hand and stand. We then head to my room and fall asleep….

  ….

            CRASH!!

Micheal wakes up and the first thing he notices is that I’m missing. “H-honey? Where did you go?” He calls out. “Norman??” He walks out of the room, in just his underwear and my T-shirt. “Are you okay? Did you drop something?” He walks down stairs and then immediately sees me in the kitchen…His horrified expression on his face tells me everything…

“N-NORMAN!!”

He shouts. He has found me in the kitchen. My hands to my arms, drenched with blood which is also smeared all over the counter and dripping from my arm to the floor. “Даша..Даша..Даша….Даша..” I mumble to myself. “Honey… Put the glass down.. please..” Micheal tries to calm me but my mind is racing. Даша…. Ох милая….. Ох как я тебя люблю.. Ох, как я тебя ненавижу… My head hurts.. I keep cutting.. “Norman!! Please!” Micheal cries. The tears falling down his face.. one by one.. the fear on his face… He loves me…. I… I can’t… I don’t deserve it… Даша…… I keep cutting.. “NORMAN!! LISTEN TO ME!! GOD DAMMIT!!!” He grabs my arm that’s holding the glass, and my reflexes cause me to grab his other arm.

“Даша…? Даша..” 

“Honey, you know I’m not her.. please..”

I stare at him. But all I can see is her.. “Даша..”

“Norman.. please, you wouldn’t do this.. Please snap out of it.” He sobs.

“....” I jerk my arm away and clutch onto the glass shard.

Micheal steps back in fear. “Honey….”

“You ruined everything.. I wasted eleven years of my life.. with a deceiver like you.”

“Norman.. I’m not her, PLEASE, wake up…”

“I loved you….. so much… But you just had to tear apart every year of our life together.. in just seven months…. piece by piece….” I step closer. He steps back. “Norman,” He cries. “I love you, please don’t do this…” 

I step closer again. He steps back. He’s backed against the wall of the kitchen… that certain place.. I’ve gone insane but I still get a flash of déjà vu..

I raise my arm.

“Norman.. NORMAN….NORMAN!!!”

    ….

           Then everything goes silent….

“…..Милая… wake up… why aren’t you moving…? Please..I’m sorry….” I sob. “Милая…..”

Даша…

Даша…

Did I use him.. or did I…. love him…? All I did was hurt him… over and over… But he still stayed. Why? He knew it would happen….. Oh, Милая….

Micheal, my love, is lying on the kitchen floor. The floor was a canvas of blood, instantaneously spreading from his body. Creating a puddle of who once was my lover.. My Micheal… Why did I do it… Why didn’t I wake up? Why didn’t I snap out of my delusions?

I stare down at his body. His cold, lifeless body. His throat slit open precisely with the crimson liquid gushing out rapidly. Why… Why am I like this. Why can’t I control it.. Why why why why why why why.. 

I collapse to my knees. Staring at my lover. “Micheal. I’m so sorry. Please..forgive me for what I have done.” I scoot closer to him, and stare before I close his dear eyes. I will miss them… the way he looked at me… the way he smiled and made dumb remarks to try to get me to smile with him. I caress his hair for a moment, and hug his stiff body. He’s so cold.. He would tell me the same thing when he hugged me….. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I bury my face in his chest before sobbing loudly. “I love you so much…I’m so sorry..” I choke onto my tears. For the next two hours, I weep until my head throbs and I then eventually fall asleep…

When morning comes, I lie there, awake, back to my usual emotionless state. But… not quite. My head is throbbing and my face feels puffy from the previous night and I just stare at the ceiling. I’m still lying down on my love’s chest. The smell of his perfume and decomposition lingering in the air.

After a little while, I finally got up and did something about his body. I stare at for a bit before picking him up. He has already begun to decompose. I take him to the table in my shed and lay him there. I grab my gloves and tools. I put the gloves on and take my saw and get ready to— I pause. He’s too beautiful to dismember… his beautiful face, resting as if he was asleep. Sleeping beauty, except it’s eternally.. As I look at him, I tilt my head and lower the saw. I can’t do it. I just can’t. I place the tool down and kiss his forehead. I grab a shroud to cover his body with and remove the gloves. I leave and get back into the kitchen. As I stepped in, a pang of panic stepped in. I hated going in here. Having to repeat what I’ve done 3 years ago..

I stare at the mess and then grab a mop and some other cleaning supplies and get to cleaning. Afterwards, I hop into the shower and get myself cleaned up. As so, my mind is just filled with regret and sorrow… I think of all the memories and things I have done with my love, and then it really got to me. He’s gone. Forever. I won’t get to wake up to his cuddles, or his horrible cooking. I won’t get to be greeted by him when I get home from work, and he’s somehow got into my house. I won’t get to hear his annoying laugh and his flirts anymore… he’s gone. I tear up a bit, but try not to since my head already hurts enough.

When I get myself cleaned, I throw on some clothes and get ready to leave the house. I get into the car and then leave the driveway and then drive up north to where his cabin is. This’ll probably be the last time I’ll be able to see it. Unless I break in through Micheal’s window. I park my car in front of the large cabin and go up to the door. I inhale very slowly then exhale out before knocking on the door.

I hear the door unlock and who opens the door is Micheal’s roommate, Henry. “Yo,” He grunts as he leans on the door. He was in the middle of replacing the bandages on his face when I came over. I nod back to him. “Are you here to drop Mike off or does he want you to ask if he can stay longer cause his wussy ass can’t do it himself?” My heart drops and I feel a pang of guilt lingering in my chest. “Uhm.. about that Henry,” I answer. “I need to talk to you.”

“Huh? What happened? Did he get hurt?” He straightens up in concern.

“I..” I look down. “I apologize..”

He looks at me, dumbfounded. “What? What did you do?”

I look up at him and for the first time in a while, I’ve been so sincere. “Henry. He’s— Fuck,” I’ve never had a problem with being so straight forward before. “He’s dead.”

Henry pauses, and there’s a long moment of silence. “W-what…?”

He’s quiet for some more time as he really processes what he’s just heard.

“You’re fucking lying.”

“No, Henry, I’m no–”
“YOU’RE FUCKING LYING!”

My eyes widen a bit as he shouts… he rubs his temple, trying to reject what I’ve said.

“There was a situation and he was trying to calm me down and.. I..”

He shoots up. “You killed him.”

“I— yes.. I have.” I sigh. “I’m regretful for it and I love him as much as we all d—”

His fist collided with my face, and blood came squirting out of my nose. My eyes widen and I look at him in shock as I cover my injury. Not because of the pain, but because it happened so suddenly. He grabs the collar of my shirt and gets close. “YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM, YOU PEICE OF SHIT!” He throws another punch. “HE LOVED YOU SO MUCH AND YOU TREAT HIM LIKE SOME TOY IN RETURN?!” He punches some more until my face becomes numb and swells up. “I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!” I don’t stop him, or do anything about the punches. I deserve it after all.

He begins to break down, crying as he throws weaker. “He was a fucking kid man.. 24… He didn’t even get to live a full fucking life..” He breaks down to his knees and just hugs my legs. “He was my family..” I stand there in silence. My whole head feels worse and I feel like passing out from the dozen blows to my head. Henry cries for another 8 minutes before getting up.

“I never want to see your fucking face anywhere ever again. And if I do, I’m gonna kill you. You hear me?” He threatens. I nod and wipe the blood off my nose. “Good, now get the fuck out of my face” He shoves me and then slams the door as he gets inside.

A couple weeks pass and it’s just full of silence. Yes, I’ve gotten back to my daily tasks and everything. Going to work and acting like nothing has happened. Besides the fact that I’ve been losing sleep and starving myself every now and then since I cannot step foot into the kitchen anymore without losing my appetite. Ever since that night, I haven’t killed anybody else because I couldn’t bear to remove…. him off of my table.

I’m sitting there in my living room with a book and Porsha in my lap. I grab my phone and check the time. Ah, about time I called my niece, Yusha. I dial her number onto the keypad and call.

“Hello?” She answers.
“Hey, Yusha.”

“Oh!! Uncle Norman! Hiii!! How’s it been?”

“It’s been…. okay.” I hesitate.

“Yea, That’s good, has anything been happening lately? Why’d you call?”

I have become a bit hesitant now. “Uhm, I’ve been wondering if you can come over and help out with something, it’s important.”

She gasps, “Oh, that’d be great! I’m free later today!!”

“Great. Meet you then?”

“Of course! Alright, got to go, Later!”

“Bye, I love you.”

There’s a pause, but then I can hear her exhale, sounding as though she had smiled. “I love you too, Uncle.”

I hang up and put my phone down. I get up and set my book on the desk, Porsha jumps off my lap and meows, she’s hungry. I go into the kitchen and grab her food to feed her. She jumps onto the counter as I pour the food into her bowl. “Hungry one, aren’t you?” I give her a faint smile. “Mreeoooww” She calls. I place her bowl onto the floor and I caress her soft white fur as she eats. I adjust my glasses and take a small glance at that spot in my kitchen… Dasha… Micheal.. Both of them will be missed. Speaking of which, I hurried to my room and grabbed a paper and pen. I then left a note onto the counter for Yusha to see when she gets here. I made sure I left the door unlocked too. I went into the backyard and breathed in the fresh air from the outside. I’ll miss it, I admit. The garden of flowers made up of the dark red roses that she loved so, lit up in the sun. She’d always go out to water them every morning. He too, did the same when he came along after her. I head into the shed. I ignore the smell of my love and uncover the shroud to show his face. “Don’t worry my love, I’ll be there soon.” I smile at him and give his forehead a long, soft kiss.

I grabbed the box that sat on the side of the table and opened it. I pulled out the gun and slid my finger along the receiver and clenched onto the grip. I sit next to the table on the floor, the gun in one hand, and Micheal’s hand in the other. I smiled.. I’m finally free.. I chuckled and lifted the muzzle to my chin. “Bольше никаких страданий…” and then…. I pressed my finger onto the trigger…

(Yusha’s POV)

I knocked onto his door waiting for him to answer. It took a little while, and nothing. Until I realized the house was unlocked. I opened the door and the house was empty. “Uncle Norman?” I called out. The only thing I was greeted with was Porsha. “Oh, hiiii babyy! Now have you seen Uncle?” She meows and hops onto the counter where a note is placed. It read:

“Dear Yusha, This is quite unexpecting but I had a feeling it would come either way. I want you to take the house and take care of Porsha. I trust you the most and that’s why I’m lending everything to you. I’m sorry that this had to happen, and I want you to know that it isn’t your fault. Take care of your mother for me and keep working hard, I know you will turn out successful. Forget about me and live your own life, it’s too short to be grieving. Or, at least think of me from time to time. In the back of this paper is my bank account, and everything else I want you to have. Again, I apologize for leaving so soon. I’m just so tired.. I love you and take care of yourself.

— Love, Uncle Norman”

After I read the note, I sat there in silence, with tears running down my face. This can’t be… Is he dead? I look around the house to try to find him but he’s nowhere to be seen. I begin to panic. “U-uncle Norman? Please, where are youuu??” I take a glance around and notice that the back door is a bit open. Uncle? I stepped into the backyard and immediately covered my nose. “What is that?!” I retch. It’s coming from the shed. My heart drops. I hurried over there and when I opened the shed door, I found him….

THE END :D