Cameron Monaghan ~ Rich Ghost
(I don't know if this is still going on, but I wanted to do it?? Also it is rather short oops @omgreedus Oh whale worth a try. ALSO EXTREME WARNING CAUSE MAY BE TRIGGERING)
Y/n's Point Of View
It was another lonely Summer's night. The wind banged on the windows, desperately waiting for the calmness to come around. I don't think it helped the situation any, knowing the fact that Cameron was out and about again. You see, my boyfriend has multiple personality disorder, and the one that loves to come out the most was Jerome Valeska. A charming young man, although he is known for multiple murders, hostages, and much worse. The other personality is Ian Gallagher, but that story is for another day.
I sat in silence within my living room. What could he be doing this time? Getting drunk? Threatening a bunch of kids at an elementary school? Millions of thoughts zoomed into my head, until I heard the quiet opening of the front door.
"Babe? Where are you?" Cameron's voice rang out. I couldn't tell if it was Cameron himself, or Jerome. Both had the tendency to call me that.
"In here." I responded rather loudly. Cameron walked around the corner and the biggest smile showed on his face.
"Nothing better than coming home and seeing the gorgeous y/n waiting for dear old me." His laugh echoed throughout our home. Yep, it's Valeska. "You'll never guess what almost happened today."
"Okay, what happened?" I raised my eyebrow, rather curious.
"I almost got shot by a cop! How hilarious is that?" His insane howls continued as I abruptly stood up.
"What?!" I shouted. How could any sane man find this a laughing matter? Nevermind, we're talking about Jerome here.
"Yeah! It's amazing, isn't it? The best part is that the guy thought he could get away with it! Oh, it filled me up with joy to see him 'accidentally' trip and him fall into the turned on chainsaw face first!" He noted.
"No, that's not amazing! That's the third man you've murdered within two days. This is not okay." I shook my head in despair at the ginger fellow. I couldn't bear to date a psychopath any longer, even if it's been two years.
"Babe, please. You would have adored the show." Jerome strolled up casually to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I would have even let you have the main stage of it all. First class seats to someone's torture is the best fucking thing a man could ever get." He whispered softly in my ear, rather creeping me out.
"I can't stand you any longer, Jerome!" I broke free from his grip, grabbed my phone, charger and keys, then headed for the door. "Give Cameron my sincerest apologies." I sighed and opened the wooden object in from of me, then slammed the door right afterwards when I got outside.
~~The next day~~
Cameron's Point Of View
"Where is she?!" I yelled out in concern as I searched the entire house, looking for her. "Y/n!" I screamed from the top of my lungs, tears about to spill from my eyes.
"Did I mention that she left because of my sorry ass? Whoops! Left that detail out!" I could hear Jerome taunt me in the distance.
"You son of a bitch." I growled as I fell to my knees, already too late for the crystal blue color to fall from my face. "It's all my damn fault. It always is and I hate it. Actually, no it's not my fault. It's Jerome for messing everything up and making me lose everything I know and love! That's all it simply is." I started running my fingers through my hair as a laughter like no other forced itself to come out and filled the abandoned home. "Typical Tuesday afternoon. Maybe it's all some dream?! Yeah! It has to be that! There's no other explanation.."
"You're not dreaming, hot stuff." Jerome chuckled.
"I fucking hate you!" I screeched from the top of my lungs and ran quickly into the bedroom. "No one else around to stop me. Plus I have no one else who would care!" The convulsed laughter continued as I opened the drawer and grabbed the hand gun underneath all of the laundry. "Here's to being a rich ghost." The laugh rang one last time and I pulled the fucking trigger that laid beside my skull.
Your Point Of View
I forgot half of my stuff last night, so I walked up to the front door and knocked silently. Noticing no one was answering, I let myself in and heard a bang come from upstairs. I scurried up there and practically burst down the bedroom door. What I saw was a sight like no other.
A pool of blood was underneath his head, with a stream forming from it. His body was limp on his bed, showing no signs of breathing. The worst part of all of this?
He had a gun in his hand.
He ended his life the day I left because I was his last support. I had forgotten all about that and knew leaving him was wrong. I fell on my knees and cried until I couldn't anymore. It was my fault, and now I'm cursed to live with this until my days are over.
What have I done..?