Bedridden Days: Sudden Death

I awoke from my sleep, sensing my door being open. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my blurry vision from just waking up. I shifted my head slightly, trying to identify who had entered my room but the moonlight didn't help much in illuminate the room. I could only see a figure entering the room and gently closing the door. Before I could sound out who the figure was, the person dashed forward in a single motion and my eyes widen instantly; I experienced a sharp pain from my chest, a knife was plunged into my heart. I was pushed back down on to my bed and before I could utter a cry for help, my mouth was covered up by my assailant's free hand. I struggled in vain attempt as I felt my strength escaping from the gaping wound; the sound of my heart throbbing intensely in my ears slowly lessen.

"Don't give me that look. I have to do this. I was going to lose you. I needed to make sure that you stayed the same as I have always remembered you as." My attacker silently whispers the intent of my slow death into my ears.

At this point I cried; already knowing who this person is as the knife was pulled out of my bloody wound and positioned on the person's own neck. "At first I wanted to let you die and then I'll join you after making sure that you had cross towards the other side… But I wanted more for you to see what you have made me done, what you have made me become. So, I guess I'll be going first." With that last speech the blade of the knife cuts into my attacker's neck from one end to another and the lifeless corpse collapsed onto me.

I shrieked in horror at my helpless circumstance; I was going to die, there was nobody to scream for help in this late of the night, my assailant had committed suicide right in front of me and I was unable to move at all due to the death grip and lifeless body of my attacker as the sound of my ebbing heart beats ominously counted down to my demise.

In those last few precious moments, as my strength drained to nothingness, I closed my tear-brimmed eyes for the inevitable with one last thought entered my mind:

"Why? Why…"

Yet I embraced the dead corpse and spoke my dying words differently before the darkness took me:

"It's okay Kirito… It's okay."

Author's note:

This story has been separated from the main story of Bedridden Days due to the different content rating and really because I wrote this out of blind emotion. It wasn't how I intended the story to end but I wrote it.

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