Chapter two requested by Dreamy Loner. :3 Enjoy.
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He had said he would be back in a few weeks. He knew this. But he just couldn't stay away any longer. He had been sleeping on the couch just to avoid her. Three days later he returned to the room, hoping for the best. He had expected to see the food eaten, and Flaky sitting up smiling at him, ready to get out of bed and continue their life normally. What he saw when he opened the door disappointed him though. Flaky lay in the same position she was in when he left. The breakfast he had made her was untouched, and had a fly landed on it. It was not yet molded, but he considered it unsafe to eat now. He grabbed the plate, leaving the room to throw the food away.
He returned the next day, hands behind his back, "Guess what Flaky?" No response. "I started to feel really bad at how bad I have been acting lately.. I mean.. I stabbed you and tried to apologize with breakfast. You have every right to be mad at me. So I got you this." He places a box, with shiny red wrapping on the bed by her side. "I saw it and knew you would like it." When she doesn't respond, he sits by her feet, "I will open it for you." He rips the wrapping off, throwing it on the floor next to him. From inside the box he pulls a scarlet dress to match her hair. "Beautiful right?" This time when she didn't answer, he feels a small spike of anger, slamming his fist down on her left leg, "Why won't you say something!?"
After doing this, he immediately felt bad seeing the immediate imprint left on her leg. "I am sorry... You don't have to talk.." Realizing she hasn't had her clothes changed in weeks, he pulls her body up, removing her clothes. He then pulls the red dress on her. It comes down to her knees, and has a frilly red lace going from her right shoulder to her hip. Running a hand through her hair, he kisses her, "You look beautiful in this.. I wish you would respond..."
He lay her back in the bed, and lays with her. He lays his head on her chest. He took a deep breathe, taking the moment in. It was so peaceful right now, not a sound heard. Wait... Something was wrong... He couldn't hear her heartbeat. He stay like that for a few moments, before sitting up on her. He grabbed her wrist, feeling for any sign of it. There was nothing. "No.. No.. This is all just Flaky getting back at me." He thinks to himself, before starting to shake her. "Wake up Flaky! Wake up!" Her head limply slings side to side. He feels a sadness, the truth starting to become clearer. He slaps her hard, her face swinging into the pillow. "I didn't mean to hurt you Flaky.. I didn't.." Tears slowly start to pour from his eyes, as he hugs her, trying to convince himself she is still alive, but now realizing the truth. He examines her body, just to make sure. The gaping hole in her breast, her crushed up leg, and bits of her skin torn. This was real.. She was dead. He felt so much regret, sudden grief grabbing a hold of him. He didn't know what do. So he hugs onto her, burying his face into her hair, "It was my fault okay.. It was my fault.. I love you.. Please come back."
Two weeks later, the front door was busted open. Three cops came in, guns held in case of any danger. Splendid had grown worried, having seen no one leave the house for many days, nor any lights turned on. The cops started to check the rooms, until one noticed a strong, rancid stench coming from one of the rooms. One of the cops slowly approached the door, opening it. The smell was so strong he almost gagged. A pile of plates with maggots covering them lay in the corner, and trash littered the floor. There was a few bloody clothes thrown everywhere. On the bed lay two figures. It was two dark to make them out. The cop, gun drawn, slowly reached out, turning the light on. In the bed was the body of a young girl in a red dress, skin bruised and beaten, chunks of it missing. It was already decomposing. Beside her lay a green haired boy, hugging her body. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had not slept in a long time, and had been crying. He kept whispering over and over he was sorry and it was his fault.
When Splendid heard the news, an immediate flash of guilt and sadness hit him. He felt as it was his fault this had gone on so long. He had wanted to go and check up on Flaky. He shouldn't have let Flippy stop him. He knew Flippy could sometimes be a little bit violent, but never enough to actually do this to Flaky.. Last time he had talked to Flaky, she told him how Flippy had been very on edge about him, and seemed jealous. But it is not like they had ever done anything. But nothing in this world would ever give Flippy the right to do this. Splendid wished they would throw Flippy in jail for life. Give him the death sentence. He had never wished that on anyone, but he deserved it after what he did. Of course, his lawyer pleaded insanity, and he was sent to an insane asylum for however many years. Splendid promised to himself if Flippy ever got out, he would get his revenge. Flaky was the girl he secretly loved since high school, and she deserved vengeance.