Murder On Mystreet (MystreetXReader)

No One Ending

Y/N = Your Name

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Y/N's POV
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My heart plummeted when I heard the sound of sirens. This can't be happening again! I was positive I knew who the victim was. There's only one person I've been intimate with in these past few weeks: Travis. My vision was blurred with tears as I rushed from my room. He cant have been murdered! Not on the eve of the anniversary of the very first death. I passed Aphmau, who was sitting on the couch hugging Alina close to her. Worry laced her tired face and tears threatened to spill. We both expected the worst.

I unwillingly pulled open the front door and creeped outside. Just as I expected, there were police cars in front of Travis and Laurance's house. Something was different though; there was no ambulance. My guess was that it was just running late. I nearly let out a wail at the thought. Even if Travis was still alive, he wouldn't make it to the hospital in time because that stupid ambulance wasn't here!

My heart sank deeper and deeper into my chest with every step I took. My eyes caught the green ones of Malachi. He held a grimace on his face that made my stomach churn. Somebody was definitely dead. I couldn't hold back the tears as I rushed towards him. His arms grabbed ahold of me, stopping me from getting any closer to the scene.

"Who is it! Who did I kill?" I practically screamed.

"Y/N," he said calmly, grabbing my face in his hands to make me look at him, "We caught him."

My heart stopped. They caught him? My body started to shake uncontrollably. Maybe it was from the excitement. Maybe it was the nerves. Maybe the grief. Or all of the above. Somebody had to be dead though. He wouldn't looks so grim unless somebody was dead. I tried to escape his grasp once again, to try to see which of my friends he took from me. I truly believed it was Travis,  but I still needed to see it for myself.

"Who did he kill!" I sobbed, trembling as I shook away his arms which were still trying to apprehend me.

"Nobody," He says. I stopped my struggling and stared at him in shock. Nobody?

"He didn't try to kill anyone?" I whisper in astonishment.

"No, he did try to kill someone, but he didn't succeed," Malachi replies softly, finally letting go of my shoulders.

"Travis?" I ask.

"Yes," Malachi says shortly.

I swallow hard. "Is he still here?"

"He's in the car," Ein says, prompting me to turn around and follow his gaze to the vehicle closest to the house.

Taking a deep breath, I leave Malachi's side and slowly walk toward the police car. My stomach does another backflip with each step I take. The closer I get, the farther away I want to be. It's been seven years since I've seen him. Seven years since I've seen the man that practically destroyed me. I nearly gasp when I see who's in the car. It's Laurance.

Of course it's Laurance! Laurance is, well, Laurance! I was stupid to think he'd be smart enough to change his name. Clearly his change of appearance sufficed. I nearly threw up as the boy who I'd considered a friend for a year turned into the monster that's tortured me for nearly a decade. His jaw, his skin, his nose, his smile. All familiar, all haunting, all obvious. I begin to hyperventilate, which causes him to take notice of me.

"Y/N," he says eagerly, shuffling closer to the opened window.

"Laurance?" I reply, voice shaky.

"I did this for you. I did it all for you. You know that, right?"

"These people... they were your friends," I manage to squeak out.

"They got in the way of me being with you. They kept trying to take you from me. I couldn't let that happen. We belong together!" he reasons.

"You murdered them..."

"For you! Because I love you," He says, his voice becoming panicky.

"This isn't love. It never was," I barely whisper.

I then turn away from him, ignoring his pleads and cries. I stand there, back turned towards him until I hear the police car start up. I wait for it to drive away before I cry. I begin to sob uncontrollably where I stand. I feel as if a large weight has been lifted off my chest. It's finally over. He can no longer terrorize me.

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There is no such thing as love. That's the conclusion I've come to. Seven years after Laurance's capture and I still haven't gotten better. My heart is still empty of any emotion. My soul still aches for those lost. Everything seems pointless. Nobody loves me and I love nobody. This is just how life is. I just don't deserve love.

I moved far, far away from Mystreet after the murders ended. I couldn't bare to stay. I couldn't look at the people whose lives I've destroyed. The people who thought I was their friend. The people who I thought I could love. The people who I thought would be my safety.

The truth is, I'm never safe. Never have been, never will be. I've destroyed lives. Sure, Laurance is locked up, but for how long? He will come back some day. I'm sure of it. The best thing I can do is wait. Wait in solitude, wait in fear, wait in loneliness. That way nobody else can get hurt. Not now, not ever.

I once thought I could be better. I thought I could find love. I thought I could be happy. I learned the hard way that this is simply not possible. Darkness will always haunt me. I once believed I could find a happily ever after. The truth is, 'happily ever after' doesn't exist. Not for me.

And final ending complete! This one is so short and depressing, but it gets the point across. I think this is a really good and realistic ending for someone who experienced what Y/N experienced. Not everyone gets a happily ever after. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this story! Until next time, Wacky AWAY! *flies out Magic's window*

Word Count: 1047