Barney yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He squinted, peering down at his watch. It was 1:01am . Had he been here all night? Barney let out a small groan. His head was pounding and his neck was killing him. Everything ached. Barney looked down wearily at his hands. They were shaking uncontrollably and smeared with blood. However, in his dazed state, he took no notice. Barney stumbled to his feet. He almost collapsed to the floor again, but managed to stand up by leaning on a nearby bin. It was omitting a stench of decay that made him retch. Barney pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes. And groaned once more. Why couldn't he remember last night? All he remembered was Robin. ...Robin!

Barney gasped. What had happened to Robin? He'd left yesterday morning and hadn't returned home. She must have been out looking for him by now. Barney reached into his pocket and searched desperately for his phone. His nail got caught on the fabric inside and ripped it. He inhaled sharply, clutching his hand. He quickly flipped his phone open and looked for messages. A small exclamation mark flashed in the corner of his phone. 1 new voicemail.

Barney's fingers tapped the buttons in desperation and held the phone to his ear. Barney zoned out from the world as he listened to what seemed like endless shuffling and muffled shrieks. Then he heard vomiting. Oh dear God, Robin. Sweet Robin. Where was she? Barney stopped the playback. He couldn't bear to listen to Robin vomit anymore. He had to find her.

Just as he was about to lock his phone, he noticed something. Something surprising. Barney had sent 362 messages last night. And all to one woman. Barney scrolled anxiously through his texts. What did he have to say that could fill 362 messages? Barney stared at the texts blankly. Around half of them were empty. A few had random symbols, a few were a random combination of letters and numbers:

fasueiaaeyfggfsoky23t54..

Some contained images, such as mesmerizing shots of the pavement, or a blurred .jpeg of his shoes. Barney wasn't sure how many of these worthless texts he could read. Some were nonsense sentences:

appleorchArdbananacatdance8663

Or...

the monkey is sleeping DO NOt waKE.!

Barney massaged his head as he read through dozens of pointless texts, until finally, he stopped. One particular message was sent 105 times.

im coming

Over and over again, he saw that message. His eyes twitched. Had he seen Robin last night? Did she know where he was? Barney looked around. He couldn't see Robin anywhere. Barney began keying in her number.

Oh, crap. What the Hell was her number?

Barney's head was spinning again. How had he forgotten Robin's number? Even for just one second, he was sure he'd never forget Robin's number. He scrolled through his texts from last night to find her number and shivered. There was something bad about those messages. Barney held the phone to his ear waited. The phone rang and rang and rang. No one was picking up. Barney was about to throw the phone to the ground, when he heard her ringtone.

"Come on, Jessica, come on, Tori..." Barney felt his heart beating in his throat. "Let's go, to the mall, you won't be sorry..."

Barney's ears were ringing. They were filling up with the white noise he'd heard before. He slammed his knuckles down onto his head. Hard.

He had to stay with it. He was so close.

Barney crept around the corner. "Put on your jelly bracelets, and your cool graffiti coat, at the mall, havin' fun is what it's all about..."

Barney couldn't see anything at first. But as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he froze.

"Hi, I'm not here right now, so leave a message."

Barney's wide, luminous eyes, were fixed on the figure in front of him. They glistened with trembling tears, his face a pasty white. The cold air rushed in though his open, quivering lips, frosty hands reaching their way down into his throat and choking him slowly.

"No. No, no, no."

She was laying in a pool of what was once scarlet, but was now a polluted dark red, the coppery stench of blood flooding through his body and engulfing him. The thick, glossy red liquid collected in small cracks in the pavement. His pupils dilated rapidly as his eyes locked on her face. It was completely intact, yet appeared to be starting to rot away. Directly in between her startled greying eyes was a large, gaping hole. Barney heaved as he saw a blood-stained shard of her skull. But by now, he was far past examining her. He was no longer looking at her, but right through her.

"Robin..?"

All light had gone from her eyes. They were now an icy grey.

"ROBIN!"

Barney felt his head get heavier. He didn't know what to do.
In front of him lay his beautiful wife.

Dead.

Barney saw something glint out of the corner of his eye. A, heavy, black gun. It was resting gently by her side. Barney began to shake. Had she... killed herself?

Barney snapped. Had he made her kill herself? Was it all his fault? Had he been so stressed that he was acting cold to her and she... took her own life? Barney couldn't take it all in. He had killed his wife. Everything was his fault. He'd been fretting over the fact he could never be a dad, while she was in so much pain... She killed herself? Barney began to vomit. Violently. He'd been taking drugs... while she was committing suicide? No. No. Barney couldn't deal with this. Barney fell to his hands and knees. Barney felt vomit surge up through his throat. He heaved again and the vomit splattered onto the pavement. He coughed up the remainder of it, spluttering. No. No. NO.

Barney eyes fell on her wedding ring. It was the one thing clearly visible among the swamp of sick and... Blood. Barney gagged and spewed violently on the pavement again. His throat burned. He panted and regained his breath. He managed to look back up at the wedding ring. Barney opened his mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. He simply stayed as he was, spluttering and shaking. He couldn't take his eyes off the wedding ring.

Their vows. Their first dance. Their first night together.

Barney vomited again and again.

How could he do this to her? He was a murderer. A MURDER. He had murdered his own wife. He was never there when she needed him, and now she was gone.

"Oh, God." whispered Barney, in between sobs.

"OH, GOD..!" Barney could never live with himself knowing his wife had killed herself because of him.

Then it hit him.

He could never live with himself.

Barney suddenly felt numb. He had stopped vomiting and he had stopped crying. He slowly reached out towards the gun.

He picked it up. It was cold. And heavy.

Barney stood up. He couldn't feel anything anymore. He clasped the gun tightly. It felt good. It fitted perfectly into his hands.

Barney raised it to his head. For the first time he was calm. He felt the cold metal and didn't flinch. Barney wasn't thinking anymore. His finger rested gently on the trigger. He smiled grimly.

Barney thought it over. Yes. Yes, he should do this. He couldn't picture a world without Robin. He had to do this. To end his pain.

He knew it was cowardly, but it was all he could do. He had killed his wife. And now he had to pay.
Barney increased the pressure on the trigger and with one quick movement-

Barney froze. Slowly, he lowered the gun. He burst into hysterical laughter, then reverted back to a neutral expression.
What Barney saw next would haunt him for the rest of his life, however short that may be.

"No", he smiled painfully. Barney crouched down. He grasped Robin's left hand.

"No." He was laughing hysterically again now. "No!" He pulled it from her hand.

"No, no, no, no, no!" His laughter had ceased, but the pained, trembling smile was still painted on his face. His eyes glistened with tears.

In his hands, he held a pregnancy test.

Barney took it in for a moment, before throwing it to the ground.

Barney's hand trembled as he raised the gun to his head once more. It only took a split second.

BANG.

Barney lay lifeless on the ground beside Robin. His blue eyes looked up to the sky.
At least now they'd be with each other forever.

Barney, Robin, and the baby.

Hey, guys! This was the last chapter of the story, and I think it went okay. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story!

Just to clarify, Barney took drugs because he wanted to be a dad but couldn't and was a little stressed. He shot Robin because he was on drugs and went a bit crazy, not because she couldn't give him kids. That'd be a bit of an overreaction!

Then he saw the gun and believed she'd committed suicide, when in fact HE had killed her but he'd forgotten what had happened. He was about to kill himself, until he saw Robin had taken a pregnancy test. The test was POSITIVE. Robin WAS pregnant, which is why at the end it said they died together, Barney, Robin and the baby.

Sorry if you guys already got that, just clearing it up in case people thought Robin HAD killed herself or didn't understand if she was pregnant or not.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Please review so I can know what you thought! I know it ended kind of... yeah, so I'd love to know if you thought it worked well or was a bit to abrupt and strange. Thank you. X