forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

"Please keep fighting.." He whispered desperately, struggling to get away from her.

Macha swayed and collapsed into his chest, her consciousness fleeing. Darkness overtook her, and the last thing she could think was that she was too late.

"No…" Tyler whispered, struggling to his feet and grabbing a phone. His hand jerked and tried to dislodge the phone from his grasp but he held on tight, dialing 911 with shaking hands. He gave them their address and then left it laying there, sinking down on his knees next to Macha. "Don't come looking for me.." Tyler said quietly before being interrupted by a growl and grabbing the knife once again from the floor, raising it over Macha. Sirens blared in the distance, the knife clattering to the floor, and just like that, he was gone.
(Ah HA)

(WHAT
WHAT
TYLER NO
TYLER COME BACK
TYLER PLEASE
TYLER)

They told her it was going to be okay. When she woke up in the white room, they told her it was going to be okay.

She was going to live. She'd almost died, but she was safe now.
Their words didn't stop Macha from crying.

She cried because they told her that Tyler was gone. That he had vanished. When they asked her what had happened, and why his fingerprints were on the knife, she told them that there had been a man with gloves who had broken into her house. She told them that Tyler had tried to pull the knife out.

She did not stop crying.

(wow i didn't know i was going to DIE TODAY MY GOD)

(okay I have an idea, hang in there. don't die. ehehhehehehe ohmyGOD)
(give me a second to write this)

(dfksjkdafskadfs;kdfsajf;l HEHEHH)

Why was everything so familiar? The lake by the trees in the town and the small stone ledge next to the sidewalk where…
Tyler sighed, his hand brushing against the cold cement as he continued walking at a slow pace down the street, stopping occasionally to look down at the small diamond ring that had kept his memory of her laugh alive in his head.
Why is everything so familiar..except for you? After one year of not being by her side, the only thing that remained besides pain, was the determination to find her.
There was a small restaurant across the street that brought a small smile to his face for some reason. A waiter glanced up, making eye contact with him for a second before shaking his head a little and looking back down. It was almost as he recognized…no. That wasn't it. It had been too long.

(ONE YEAR?!?!?!
sobs)

They had never found his body. A year had gone by, and they hadn’t found his body.

The days had wore on, each more painful than the last— because the voice in her head was gone. Tyler was gone. Eventually, she’d tried to end it.

A girl from her architecture class had pulled her back from the ledge just before she’d jumped. She’d bandaged the cuts marring Macha’s arms. One for every day without Tyler. By the time she’d tried to jump, she had carved 180 marks into her body.

The girl’s name was Morrigan.

And now, the pain had just become a part of life. It hadn’t gotten better, not at all, but Macha had learned to bear it.

Not once since the day that her husband had left, had her wedding ring left her finger.

(HEHEHE oh and if you didn't get this, the waiter who noticed him was rafael)

Sleeping had become Tyler's favorite part of the day. Well, favorite was an exaggeration. Sleeping had become a bearable part of his day. The only part that wasn't plagued with guilt and pain. He had spent the past year in a city a couple hours from here, working to fill the days because he had nothing better to do. He had a roommate as well, though they had never grown very close. It was the middle of the night when Tyler had finally remembered the name of this town, and he had come straight here.
But what to do now that he was here. There was nothing to go off of except the occasional little twinges of recognition.
Where was she?

(Akjshfsjku)

She would sometimes trace the scars, the tally marks. On bad days, she would renew the faded ones with the same knife that had been buried in her arm.

Now, she sat at her desk, pouring over her notes. Her phone dinged loudly, and sighing, she checked it. A text from Rafael, checking in on her. Macha replied, and decided then and there to go visit her friend at his job.

(GO YES GO)

As for his appearance, he had changed slightly. His hair was now a faded white color with streaks of pale blue. There was a long scar down his arm which he assumed came from the day after he left. His eyes where empty of happiness and joy. He hadn’t laughed since..

Tyler wandered around the familiar area, gazing down at the lake which reflected the colors of the slowly setting sun. He stood there, hands clasped behind his back, thinking about her. Thinking about how she was probably gone and even if she wasn’t.. Why would she forgive him?

Macha walked the streets with her her head bowed, arms wrapped around her waist. Over the past year, she’d cut her hair to her shoulders and lost a lot of weight— a side effect of refusing food after Tyler had first left.

Tyler.

The name hurt to even think about.

She was almost at the restaurant when her foot caught on a loose tile, causing her to stumble and fall.

Tyler took a shaky breath, closing his eyes momentarily. He opened them a minute later and turned to leave before noticing a girl trip and fall. His first instinct was to go help her, but his second was to keep walking. Helping her up might lead to talking, which might lead to friendship, which would most definitely lead to him fucking something up and pushing her away. People bumped into him as they passed, mumbling a quiet “sorry” as people often do. He kept standing there, as he often did.
Stop staring at her.
She’s all the way across the street.
She doesn’t need your help.
Stop staring at her.
Stop staring..at..her..
her..
Oh.

(that was possibly one of the best posts I’ve ever read in a roleplay)

Macha pushed herself to her feet and quickly flattened herself against the brick wall behind her to let pedestrians by. She wasn’t hurt from the fall, just scraped on the heel of her hand, but it was the burst of shame at such a tiny thing that pained her more. Breathe. Look up. Her eyes were glued to the pavement.

It was amazing how quickly her mental stability had toppled after Tyler had left. The slightest things would set of a panic attack, a round of anxiety. Ordering food from a restaurant made her palms sweat. Stumbling brought on a rush of self-loathing and shame.

And it was stupid, she knew that. Which was why Macha forced herself to raise her eyes from the pavement and peel herself away from the wall, told herself to turn her head and look around at everything, a feat that required a ridiculous amount of effort.

Her eyes trailed over the heads of other passerby, across the street— and she went completely still. A strangled gasp emerged from her throat.

Tyler.

(Hhhhhh thanks lmao I liked writing it)

Tyler met her gaze, everything went silent around him. Memories flooded into his mind too fast to comprehend.

What do you even say to someone that means more then words can…describe?

But the girl across the street from him still didn’t have a name. She was only laughs and screams and tears of joy and sadness. She was holding hands under the table when he couldn’t muster up enough courage to talk to the waiter. She was curling up on the couch and watching sci-fi movies until three in the morning because neither of them could fall asleep. She was running in from the rain and laughing and not caring that they were both soaked and freezing.

She was the one who said yes when he asked her to marry him. She was the one who said yes when he asked her to move in with him. She would’ve said yes if he asked her if he should stay.
She would’ve said yes.
But he didn’t ask.
And that’s why he knew she would never forgive him.
Because he didn’t give her a chance to say yes.

No.

This wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be happening.

Macha’s hand flew up to her mouth, but a choked sob still slipped out from between her fingers.
It was him. After one year of his absence— he was back. Without a word of warning. Without a single thought sent her way.

Her legs almost gave out right then and there. But she didn’t go to him. She couldn’t— her feet were rooted to the spot.

Tyler took a step forward, never taking his eyes off of her. Suddenly nothing mattered except to get to her. He took another step forward into the street, lucky that there were no cars coming. She looked so beautiful..and so…
He was only a couple feet away from her now, heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst.

Macha just broke down, stumbled forward into his chest. Tears came streaming down her cheeks as sobs wracked her whole body. And it wasn’t a magical fairy tale reunion. All was not forgiven. But he was back. It was a start, and one that she would gladly take.

Tyler caught her in his arms, making sure to be gentle with her as he wrapped his arms around her middle. He closed his eyes and felt tears sliding down his face.

They were making a scene in the middle of the street, but for once, she couldn’t care less. Macha pushed herself away from him after a minute, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I thought you were dead,” she told him, her voice trembling. “I thought you’d— I thought you’d killed yourself— where have you been?? One year—“ Here, she faltered completely. “Without a single word.”

“I..I couldn’t bring myself to come back after…” Tyler trailed off, his voice weak as he looked down at the ground. “I was afraid I would kill you..and then..I left and I couldn’t remember anything…nothing..”

“You almost killed me by leaving, anyways,” she said bitterly, then flinched back, shocked at the venom in her tone. “Come back home. We can’t- we can’t talk out here.” This time, she spoke as if her life depended on his answer.

“Okay..” He replied quietly, wanting so badly to take her hand but..she wouldn’t like that.

Macha shoved her hands into her pockets to stop herself from doing something stupid and led the way back home. She struggled to wrap her mind the concept that he was here, he was alive— she even raised her head at some point to look at him with large eyes. “Is it really you?”

“Of course..is it really you?” He asked her in return, slipping his wedding ring onto his finger while his hands were in his pockets.

(smh Tyler)

Macha didn’t reply. They arrived at their house, and her hands were shaking so badly that at first, she couldn’t put the key in the lock. “Welcome home,” she whispered, voice breaking.

(It was always with him but he didn’t remember getting married)

Tyler stood at the doorway, staring into the house. He slowly went inside, brushing his hands along the counters and walls, much like he did after he woke up from the coma.

(Oh sad)

Macha leaned against the wall, her eyes fixed to him.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.
She wasn’t supposed to be conflicted.
He wasn’t supposed to take this long to come back.
He wasn’t supposed to have left in the first place.

Finally, she dared to ask the question on the tip of her tongue.
“Have you come to stay?”

(But still smh Tyler)

Tyler didn’t turn when she asked the question, his eyes fixed on one of their wedding photos. “That’s not up to me.” He replied quietly.

(Oof
G’morning)

The question took her by surprise. “Do you— do you want to stay? Why come back now, and not months earlier?” Macha’s voice wobbled dangerously. “Why not come back when I wrote you a mental suicide letter and tried to kill myself? Could you not hear it? Did you just ignore it?”