*Vic*

"Look what you have done!" I scream at Charlie as he cries over her lifeless body, her limp, skeletal frame.

"I'm so sorry, Rose. I am so, so sorry." He whines into her shirt, staining the soft fabric with his unworthy tears.

He gets up and walks to the other side of the room, punching the wall when he does so. His knuckles crunch against the brick and the sound sends a shiver down my spine. So much so that I could almost feel the punch as if it was my hand hitting the wall, not Charlie's.

I force myself to turn my head and look at her laying there, force myself to face what I thought was all in my head but is actually 100% reality.

Tears rise to the edges of my stinging eyes immediately and I try no longer to hold back my pain-filled sobs. What is the point of holding back when no one important can hear your cries anyway?

I drag myself across the couple of inches distance that I am away from her and stroke her beautiful face with the back of my hand, tracing her lips with my fingertips, the color of them now a pale and deathly shade of blue.

Even in death can beauty still remain.

I remember her telling me that phrase one time, and I have never understood it until now. But that is because I have never watched someone I love die right before my eyes, never felt the loss of control as I try to convince myself that she is still alive and beautiful in front of me. And she has too many times.

My thoughts are sickening me, and i can't bring myself to touch her cold skin any longer.

"C-can I h-have an... Can I have an a-ambulance p-please." I hear a quiet stutter and I follow the sound with a deep frown, staring at Charlie who is holding his cell phone close to his ear as he fights his sobs.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, bewilderment coursing through my veins.

"Thank you." He says to the receiver and throws his phone at the wall opposite him, screaming in frustration of loss and anger. He slides his back down the wall and throws his head into his hands, gripping his hair tightly in his damaged hands. "They are coming to help, t-they are c-coming to b-bring her... They are coming to bring her back to life."

"I don't understand. Why would you do that? Everything you have done... You are a prison escapee, they will find out about everything and put you away for good... Why would you-"

"Because I don't want the last person that I love in my life to die. And if she still passes away, I don't want to live here in the normal world like everything is okay, because nothing is okay when I know that I have no chance of seeing her ever again. That's the only thing that kept me going when I was in jail." He mutters softly, seemingly to himself rather than me. "I have been there enough times and for long enough to know that I will be able to handle it better there than in the normal world without her. I am sure you would feel the same way."

A pang of guilt hits me like a ton of bricks and silences me, and all I can do is nod in reply and hope that he understands.

But I can't stop the words from spilling out of my mouth. "So then why would you hurt her so badly if you love her so much?"

"You have no idea how much I would love to be able to answer that question for myself. It is as if I am a different person when I hurt her, I would never want to do anything to hurt her, but I do. And it makes no sense to me whatsoever."

I look down at the floor and allow every ounce of pain I am holding within me to lace through my body, knowing that no matter how I feel, it could never compare to the way that Charlie is feeling right now - knowing that he is the sole purpose for this event.

"Hey, I got the gun... Shit... Charlie?" Rob bursts through the door and a flash of rage rips through my body to the point where I can't even take deep breaths to calm me down and I can no longer feel any pain.

And it seems to me that Charlie is feeling the same way. "Shut your disgusting mouth up, Rob. You make me sick." And I swear that I can hear tears in his voice somewhere.

I look up at him and he is looking directly at me, apology buried deep inside of his irises. I nod in reply and I realize that I honestly do understand him somehow.

There are two Charlie's. The one that comes in here and attacks us without a second thought or any regret. The one in which the amount of pain he inflicts only increases the level of satisfaction and enjoyment he feels. And then there is the other Charlie - the one that is being proven right this instant, the one that Rose fell in love with in the beginning. The one who is constantly plagued with his own thoughts and questions as to why he does what he does to the person that he loves the most. The one who punishes himself in order to feel some sense of empathy for betraying Rose.

"What is going on here? Is she dead?" Rob continues, and adrenaline warms up my veins and anger boils my blood.

"Of course she is dead." I snap loudly, gradually making eye contact with the man who brought me and Rose in here in the first place. "And do you want to know something? You are to blame. Now I suggest you shut your mouth before I rip you to pieces right here, right now. Don't fuck with me, Rob."

The color drains from his face as realization hits him - hard. "Shit. Charlie, come on. We need to get out of here, someone will come here eventually and we can't be here at the scene when they do."

"I have called an ambulance." Charlie says calmly, holding in his anger to my surprise.

"You... You have done what?"

"I have called an ambulance to see if they can save Rose. I am waiting here until they get here, alright?" The anger in his tone rises, and so does the tension in the room.

"But you will get caught, Charlie. You know that, right?"

"Of course I know that. I don't give a shit about myself right now. As long as Rose is okay then so am I."

"So that is what this is about? That little whore there-"

"Watch your fucking mouth, I warned you." I say and get up on to my feet, the intensity of my weakness only just hitting me fully. I go light headed for a second, the room spinning around me and making me feel sick.

"You do know that you can't both have her." Rob says and laughs. "When she wakes up, or should I say if she wakes up, she is either going to want one of you or none of you at all. And my bet is on this little pussy right here."

"Shut your mouth!" Charlie shouts. "You think I don't already know that, Rob? Do you think that I am stupid? Of course she is going to choose Vic. But I don't care, I just want her to be okay. Now you are either staying here and doing the same thing or you are getting the fuck out and never coming into my sight again. Got that?"

Rob stands there momentarily, slightly worried and nervous about his choices. "I can't stay here. I am not getting caught by the cops again."

"And you call me a pussy." I say quietly and Charlie grins at me.

"Give me the gun first." Charlie orders just as Rob is about to walk out of the room.

He stops in his tracks and turns around. "Why?"

"So I know you won't do anything stupid to anyone else as far as I a concerned." Charlie answers firmly.

Rob walks steadily over to him, sliding the gun out of his back pocket and warily handing it over to him. Charlie smiles, and Rob nods, getting ready to turn and walk out again. But the smile on Charlie's face soon turns into an evil scowl as he pistol whips Rob in the back of the head and he falls to the ground.

Rob lets out a pained groan and I am shocked by Charlie's actions. "What the fuck!" Rob screams and Charlie kicks him in the ribs.

"Shut up! Just shut up before I kill you right now!"

Rob attempts to drag himself backwards across the floor and away from Charlie's sudden rage, but Charlie just takes steps closer to him every time. All I can do is stand and watch the scene unfold in front of me, having nothing in my power to stop what is inevitably going to happen. "Charlie... No... Please..."

"Don't beg."

"Come on, dude, please-"

"DON'T BEG!"

"What the fuck has gotten into you, you fucking psycho!" Rob shouts and Charlie flashes a sign of hurt and emotion in his expression. But it soon turns to rage again and he screams in anger. Rob finally reaches the wall and laughs in Charlie's face out of spite.

So far Charlie managed to keep it together, but he breaks down in front of both me and Rob, tears streaming out of his eyes and on to the floor. Rob is alarmed and concerned to begin with, and then laughs in Charlie's face once more, louder this time. "You are a fucking pussy, Charlie. You was never going to shoot me. You can't face another cold-blooded murder like the one with your sweet, precious little whore of a girlfriend. Oh wait, she isn't even your girlfriend, is she? You never even had that wither her. And whose fault is that, your own. So go on, Charlie. Shoot me. Pull that trigger."

BANG.

And then the talking stops.

Notes

Oh gosh, I am so sorry about how long it has taken me to update this story...
I have just been really caught up in my new story which I promised I would also post the link to on here once I updated this, but ofc I got really into my new one and forgot I had even started writing this one, let alone remember that I had to finish it and give you the link for my new one.
Anyway, opinions on this chapter??? I wasn't so keen on it, I don't think it is anywhere near as descriptive as it could be, I might edit it later and put up a notice so you all know and can read it.
It was interesting though, right? I bet I have you all wondering what is going to happen next ;)

Anyways, don't give up on this story like I had done for a month (eek) because it is only going to get better, I have great plans *evil laughing* ;)
And also, read my new story - We Want Love - by clicking on that link or just going to my profile and finding it by the name :)
Love you all!!!!!!