Broken (Richy x MC) 1
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of death and suicide
Based on Jonah Kagen's song Broken
Richy watched as Hannah hurried away from him, nearly stumbling in her rush. He knew Alan would find her now, everything was turning out fine in the end. He just hoped that one day she could find it in her heart to forgive him for all the fear he had put her through. Was that too much to ask for?
I'm broken
Tell you I'm fine
He chuckled ruefully, no one would have ever suspected him to be the cause of everything. He hadn’t meant for it to go this far, but something unexpected had happened. Amy killed herself because of him, he got scared. He had to hide the evidence, meaning he had to kidnap Hannah. The plan to “recover” her was nearly perfect, pin it all on a man who had been declared dead, aka Michael Hanson. Michael would then kill himself in a fiery death while Hannah and him seemingly escaped. He had to make sure the legend became real, that he was seen and the Man without a Face was sighted. Smearing his own shop with the mark of the raven, he was successful in making it look like he was another victim in it all. He then forced himself to attack Jessy, convincing everyone else even further that the MWAF was an outsider, someone unknown to the group. It was all going according to plan, but then Phil was arrested.
But you wouldn't believe me
If you knew the things that crossed my mind
The police had found a match box from the Aurora next to Amy’s body. But the matchbox hadn’t come from the bartender, it was Richy’s. He was known to always keep a small matchbox in his back pocket just in case his lighter didn’t work and he still needed a cigarette. It must have fallen out when he was positioning the body, he didn’t even realize it was gone till it was too late. There was no going back, the police had found it, Cleo and Thomas had caught wind of the evidence. In order to keep the suspicion off of himself, Richy had encouraged them to search the bar and look for discriminatory evidence. It was easy to convince them that Phil played a part in Hannah’s disappearance, afterall, Phil’s own recorded words against the girl didn’t exactly work in his favor.
And I'm hurting
But I show no sign
It was easy enough to hide the pain and guilt behind smiles and closed doors, no one sensed his involvement in any of this mess. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t ask for both Jennifer and Amy’s blood on his hands, but there was no going back. He couldn’t afford for anyone to know the truth, not after Amy’s suicide.
'Cause I'm afraid to give in
Break down, and waste your time
He ripped the mask off his face and slumped to the ground, head in his hands. His shoulder burned, the makeshift-bandage slowly falling off, revealing his gunshot wound. He hadn’t expected Dan to shoot him. Who even had let that guy out of the hospital anyway? He chuckled at the thought then groaned in pain, bad idea.
Now I'm begging you
To come and pull me out the fire
The plan had been foiled, the seeping wound in his shoulder providing evidence against him. It was impossible to walk out of the mine now, it would reveal him as the kidnapper, the perpetrator behind everything. His plan had erupted into flames…….burning the possibility of a happy ending for himself.
Come and save me
Like you did when we were young
His hands trembled as he drenched the ground with gasoline, the fumes making his head spin. It was too late, there was no other way out, no one would come and save him. He didn’t deserve redemption, another chance, he deserved his fate and he knew it.
Oh, please come bring me out
From my lowest, take me higher
For a moment he watched the flame flicker in his hand, his life flashing before him. There was no savior for him, hope had vanished. It was time to end this.
Can you see me
Through the ashes and the smoke?
The gasoline ignited with a roar, the mine immediately transforming into a hot furnace. The mechanic coughed and covered his mouth with his arm, only to slump back against the wall. There was no point in trying to cover his mouth, he was going to die either way. No one was going to find him in time, and that was okay, this was what his actions had merited him.
I'm lonely
It's been so long
Since I felt love
To smile, felt strong
He was going to die alone, something which saddened him at the realization. He was born alone and he was destined to die alone. Fate was cruel, wasn’t it? Or was Fate just punishing him for all the pain he had caused? He didn’t know the answer anymore. His memory wouldn’t be missed, no one could possibly love him after all this, he had lost everything.
And what can I do?
When I'm not friends with my reflection
When I don't understand affection like you do
He didn’t like who he was, the man he had become, the monster within himself. It was better this way, he needed to rid the world of himself, he was doing everyone a favor….
You say that you'll help me
You tell me I'm worth it
MC had wanted to help, he knew what toll it took on her when he faked his own death. But he had to do it in order to protect her, he had a reason for it all. She was too innocent, too trusting, she had befriended the devil in front of her.
He should have never fallen for her, but it was outside his power to resist her charm. She was so sweet, lively, so empathetic, one of the kindest souls he had ever met. He had fallen for her, and she had fallen for him, someone who was too cowardly to admit his involvement in everything.
But I don't deserve it
I don't deserve it
Richy didn’t deserve rescue, he didn’t deserve another chance at life. Redemption was out of his reach, his life was slipping through his fingertips. But that was what he deserved, right? He deserved to suffocate, to die, he deserved the fumes that were sucking his very source of life away.
It's easy for you
'Cause you know your perfect
And I need your hand
But I don't want to burn it
Tears started to fall down his face, drying quickly in the hot air. He wished he could be saved, that his friends could find it in themselves to forgive him. He desperately wanted someone to reach their hand in and save him, but he couldn’t burden anyone anymore, it was too late.
MC was perfect, and he had stained her innocence, put her in harm's way, made her experience things he had never wished for her to ever see. He had hurt her, made her cry, he broke the trust of the one person he had loved.
There's blood on the counter
And tears on the pages
While I write you a letter
And then I quickly erase it
I'm shattered and beat down
Broken and weak now
He wanted forgiveness, the closure it could provide, he wanted rescue. But it was too late, he had gone too far, there was too much against him, he was better off this way. MC would never forgive him, she would always see him in a different light now if she knew the truth.
So I'm begging you
To come and pull me out the fire
Come quickly
'Cause I'm burning up inside
His eyes transfixed on the flames coming closer, almost catching fire to the hem of his pants. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.” He then started to sob, lungs burning as they filled with smoke, his heart feeling like it was being ripped out of his chest. He was going to die.
Oh, please just bring me up
From my lowest, take me higher
Can you see me
Through the ashes and the smoke?
He knew no one would risk going into the mines to find him, he was going to die alone. At least he wasn’t going to drag anyone else with him along to the grave, right?
Pull me out
Pull me out
He was dying, and that was okay, because then at least no one would suffer anymore. The world would be a better place without him, he was doing everyone a favor. No one needed him in their lives, it was going to be okay, one day he would be thanked for his sacrifice. “I’m sorry, MC….”
Hey lovelies! ;) Another angsty oneshot, I'm sorry. I hope you guys can appreciate the tragic beauty in it, I wanted to cry too while writing it. Please leave your likes and comments below, I love hearing from all of you! :)
