Love Kills (Dnf Short Story)

Fake

Present Day...

Nick knocked on the door again, turning my attention away from the angry George in front of me and my wandering and nervous thoughts. I quickly rushed in a few nods, but I already knew my agreement was a lie. I was going to let Nick into the house, no matter what George did to try and stop me.

I started to walk to the door and before opening it I looked back at George. He had this eerie, devilish smile on his face, one that could haunt my dreams and make someone mentally ill if not already. I turned back to the door and opened it with a large and fake smile.

"Hey Clay! I missed you bro!" Nick stepped in and hugged me lightly. I accepted his embrace and hugged him tightly. I had missed him so much. I had this missing spot in my heart for him. When we separated, he spoke again. "How are you holding up? You look pretty damn fine if you ask me." he laughs, jokingly scanning up and down my body. I nod and look behind me at George. He has the most threatening look in the world, but I couldn't just fall under his power. I had my own choices and my own freedom.

"I've been pretty good. Want to come in and see George?" I gesture him in and smile more genuinely. I even reached out to grab his luggage. But as I state George's name, Nick's face goes pale. As if all his nightmares came true.

"Clay, are you sure you're okay?" He asks more concerned than the last. He lets me take his luggage away from him, but he warrily walks inside my house. I nod to him to answer his question and I also shut the door behind us.

Nick walks in and seems to be looking for George. I laugh at him thinking he's just joking around and is in a good mood or something. However, he looks genuinely confused, nervous, and even scared.

"So, where is he?" Nick asks me, turning to face me as I place his luggage at the end of the hallway. I laugh again, there's no way he doesn't see George. He's right there, standing over by the furnerature. I come over to him and gesture to him to follow me. He does as I ask and follows me over to the living portion of my house.

"Hey, George. Come say hello to Nick." I wave George over from where he's standing and he walks over to me. I wait for Nick's reaction but he just stares at me like I'm crazy. George comes to my side and leans in close to my ear.

"Clay, I wish I could have told you earlier-" but he was interrupted.

"George is dead, Clay." Nick states plainly. I flip my head back and forth from George and Nick. George has a sorry look on his face and Nick looks very concerned about me.

"I really wanted to tell you, but you were so happy. I couldn't-you couldn't do that to yourself. I'm simply a fragmentation of your mind." George whispers.

"You don't remember going to the funeral, Clay? In the UK?" Nick tries to spark my memory, but nothing comes into my head. I try to think back, but I really can't. All I remember is George helping me out of a dark place and getting me back into my normal routine.

I start to shake my head and frantically say no. This couldn't be happening. George is here, George is real. He had to be. Who was making me food? Who came to the store with me? Who gave me loving kisses and ran a hand through my hair? My brain couldn't come up with that could it?

My head hurts as a memory seeps through my lost mind. The gloomy gravestones and the people dressed in black. Crying my eyes out while standing on a podium.

No, no this-

The last few months were all fake. George isn't real. George died, commiting suicide almost five months ago. The last time I saw him was in the warm cafe as we talked about work. When I made the bold move to get the receipt back.

I try to look back at George in the room again. However, he's gone.

"Nick?" I look back at my friend who's looking at me in utter confusion. I fall to the ground as my legs give out in panic. My breathing is uncontrollable as each and every memory leading up to today comes back.

Suddenly I'm flashing back into George's apartment, my clothes covered in blood and George cold on his kitchen floor.

Nick comes to my side and tries to keep me from panicking any further, "Hey, hey, Clay. I need you to relax, okay?" I just continue to shake my head no, my hands feel warm with rich red blood and all I can picture is the knife I used to murder George.

"N-Nick," I shakily start, he nods for me to continue, "I think... I think I d-did something bad."