Always Number Two (Matt Miller x Reader)

Chapter 15 ~ Another Bad End. Please Try Again!

I was being held in a room.

I didn't really care to elaborate.

Everyone died in front of me.

Everything I loved.

Even with Matt on top of me, some days, I never even moved. I barely ate.

"Won't you talk to me?" He whispered. He made a habit of holding me.

I was repulsed. This was repulsive. It was his fault.

"Please...forgive me." Matt whispered in my ear. He kissed me on the lips. Not once, but twice. "Please..."

Never. I would never.

"If I knew how you felt... if I knew about your emotions...if I knew how human you were..."

Excuses. All excuses.

He murdered my family.

I couldn't do anything. He had removed anything I could kill myself with.

"You'll learn to love me as much as I love you..." He whispered in my ear. "You'll see."

Would I really?

Someday, Matt would fuck up.

Leave the door open.

Leave me alone with something sharp.

And then, I'd join Gat and Shaundi in hell.

To be honest, I considered killing Matt. But there would be nothing else to live for, and I'd see Matt in hell almost immideately.

I didn't want to see him for an eternity.

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7 Years Later

Matt never slipped up. Not even once.

"Mommy." A quiet voice. I turned my head. "I had a good day at school today."

It was ____. My child.

My baby.

He looked exactly like Matt.

Matt walked in the room.

"How many times have I told you not to disturb your mother, ____?"

My child sounded like his father. Looked like his father.

Matt removed all the mirrors. He was ashamed to look at himself.

And his child was a mirror of him.

I then spoke my first words, in 7 years. Ever since the incident.

"Don't...leave." I looked at Matt directly. The only thing left of the good days. The only thing left to love. Sobs racked my weak body, which had never fallen into disrepair because of Matt's intense care. Matt ran to my side, embracing me.

"____..." Matt whispered.

"Matt..." I replied. "We're...both going to hell, you know."

"I know. I don't care. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He poured out the same feelings as he did years ago.

And then he saw the blood.

My wrists were both slit. I had asked my child to bring me a pencil sharpener.

What a good boy he was.

"What...no... how...?" Matt whispered.

"I'll see you on the other side, asshole." I breathed in. "But know this. I forgive you."

And then I died in his arms.

I kinda heard his crying, even as I walked into the darkness.

In the end, he was right. I learned to love him. I really did.

And I missed him. I couldn't wait until he joined me.

"Yo."

That voice was familiar.

"Hey, Gat."

"I see that I have a nephew."

"We're not related."

"Just because we're not related doesn't mean we can't be family." Shaundi said, coming out of the darkness.

"I missed you guys." I said.

Time to fuck shit up in hell.

As Shaundi and Gat walked further into darkness, I looked back. I could see Matt sobbing over my body and rocking back and forth.

"I love you." A single tear came from my left eye. "Matt Miller, you have made my life complete shit, but I love you."

And then I turned back to darkness, without hesitation.

Hey, I'll see him again soon. I was pretty patient.