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FOUR MONTHS AGO: COURTROOM
Harvey sat in his chair beside his lawyer. You couldnt help but glance over, a dull expression on your face. Harvey stared deadpanned and lifeless as the judges words echoed in the room,
"15-25 years to life."
Though, you smirked to yourself. It was ironic, you were getting life, but Harvey looked the most lifeless. He had dark eyebags, like he hadnt slept in months. His once pastel pink hair faded to a dull purple. His hair swirl was gone, replaced by an empty swift of hair over his eyepatch. The right eyes had a vertical scar on it, a memory of the scissors you cut him with. His skin was paler, and he was skinnier. His once prominent doe eyes were gone; an exausted look filled their wake. he was wearing an all black suit, unlike the bright one he wore on that fateful day.
The officers in the room held you by the upper arm, ready to forcefully drag you out and into their car. You complied, walkign with them. You waked past Harvey, looking over to him. Harvey was already staring at you. He didnt look happy. Not the happy he used to be. His wife and kid ran up to him, crying while hugging him; but not once ounce of pleasure cracked on his lips. As you were nearing the end of the room, you looked at Harvey.
Your eyes were narrow, as they mostly were. That very same look you gave him when you grabbed the matches and needles. Harveys eyebrows furrowed, and his fists clenched. You smirked, your chest and shoulders rising quickly as you snickered. As quick as you arrived, you were gone. A final goodbye for Harvey.
...
Goodbye..
Harvey didnt feel any releif from that. After everything he's been through, he doubted anything could make him feel less shitty than he had been feeling for months. The drive home was filled with his son laughing at his iPad, his wife calling her cousins happily.
"Goodbye." Harvey spoke to himself in the mirror once he got home. He clutched the sink's sides like it was his lifeline, taking a deep breath in.
He stayed in that very bathroom for hours, switching between looking into the mirror and sitting in the bathtub. He stared itno himself once again. not recognizing himself in the mirror.
His callused hands that used to be soft.
His too flat stomach and visible ribcage that used to be abs.
His sunken eyes that used to be full of life.
His pessimistic nature that used to be optimistic.
Harvey's reflection stared back at him.
creak
"Harvey..?"
"Eun-mi."
His cold tone was something Eun-mi was used to, but made her feel worthless. She sighed, leaning against the wall.
"I put Toby to bed.." She walked over, resting her head on the crook of his neck. Harvey tensed up, fists gripping the sink as she spoke in his ear. "The bed's ready.. I though maybe we could...celebrate..~"
"No." Harvey spoke dissmissively.
Eun-mi froze, before slowly lowering her hands and moving back. She had a defeated and tired expression. Not tired from lack of sleep, mentally exsausted.
"Harvey, I dont like this new you. It seems like nothing me and Toby try to do is helping."
"Maybe I dont know how to help myself, Eun-mi!"
Harvey yelled. Eun-mi gasped, anger bubbling up.
"Quit snapping at everyone! You've been like this for months, Harvey. MONTHS."
Her angry tone and face shifted to worried.
"I think you need to go to therapy. o-or psychologist. Because the way you act is really having an effect on Toby, and I dont want him to grow up with an emotionally absent father."
Harvey crumbled. His angry face turned to guilt. He turned away.
"I...I'm sorry. For putting you and Toby through all of that."
Eun-mi smiled softly.
"I have a booking for a massage therapy! It'll make us both-"
"NO!"
Harvey screamed at the top of his lungs. His eyes widened as his fists balled, he screamed in Eun-mi's face. Though, his face showed anger, he felt a deep-rooted fear spread within him.
"I'M NOT GETTING HURT AGAIN!"
"YOU WONT GET HURT, DEAR! I-ITS JSUT A MASSAGE!"
"'JUST A MASSAGE', MY ASS!"
Harvey yelled louder. Eun-mi backed up, as harvey walekd closer, still yelling and failing to see his son watchign from the staircase. He pointed a shaky finegr at her, still angry on the outside.
"THEY ARE GONNA HURT ME AGAIN, AND I KNOW IT! NOTHING YOU CAN SAY WILL MAKE ME GET HURT AGAIN! HOW COULD YOU BOOK FOR SOMEONE I DONT KNOW TO HURT ME- AGAIN?!"
". . ."
Eun-mi was silent. Harveys furious pants subsided. He saw his wife's terrified expression, backing up. His eyes darted towards Toby, who was now watching from the doorway with wide, shocked eyes. Harveys face quickly turned to worry and fear. Before he could defend himself and apoligize, Eun-mi's hand slapping his cheek echoed in the small bathroom.
He watched with shock as she threw off the wedding ring he worked hard to pay for, stomping on it before turnign around and holding toby.
"Goodbye, Harvey."
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. .
. . .
That was already five months ago now. Harvey lived alone in a shitty apartment now. He became the very thing you were: sadistic.
He spent his days sulking in his messy room, watching his barley working computer. SeeGore.com was alwasy on an open tab and bookmarked. He would watch and imagine it was you,laughing to himself. He vowed to get revenge, and worked out again. He re-gained his abs, and re-dyed his hair. he did have to keep his poof up with a ton of hairspray, though. His eyes were still dark and sunken, but he looked similar enough to his old self.
This was his first time leaving the house in 7 weeks. He had the same white, dirty button up he wore in court. It was wrinkly, messily buttoned and had too many stains on it. He had shitty PJ shorts that went to his thighs. If Harvey could decide, he would stay in his spartment for eternity and fantizize about what he'd do to you if he got his hands on you.. But humans need to eat, so hes headed to Walmart.
As harvey looked through the isles, he glanced at the carrots a little too long. He imaginged being back in that courtroom and imstead of doing nothing, impaling you. Watching with amusement as the pointed spear dug into you. Slowly. Agonizing pain would rip through you. He smirked to himself, holding back a laugh in the isle. He looked like he was crazy, giggling to himself before he snapped out of it, hearing footsteps. he turned behind him, seeing a familar stance.
It was you.
You.
He dropped the carrot, not even picking it up off the floor. he stared at the back of your head with a shocked expression. You were in a big hoodie and sweatpants, but he could see and bright orange jumpsuit peeking out from the hoodie. You kept lookign around, worried yo uwould be caught...but you failed to look behind you.
Harvey's eyebrows furrowed. You did this. His hand indistinctly darted towards his phone in his pocket, but then he stopped.
You escaped form te prison. it was obvious. They wouldnt give someone who has commited those crimed to him parole. So why should he call the cops, what are they gonna do? Put you back in the cell where your gonna escape again? Harvey's hand helf his phone, the end of it peeking out before he slowly slid it back in his pocket, a grin creeping up on his face. He knew what he was gonnd do. As you shoved a fruit in your pocket, he snuck an airtag in your pocket without you noticing.
He walked out of the store without buying anything. He snickered to himself. God, this was gonna be fun.
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THAT NIGHT: MIDNIGHT.
Harvey was in his apartment, putting on his old suit. The pastel blue jacket a little tight on him, but he didnt care. He had your location. He thought about what to do to you... Harvey left in a jiffy, his pink bowtie messily tied together and barley hanging on. Since he lost everything in the divorce, Harvey had to take the train. He usually hates trains, but this trip had a purpose.
Thirty mintues later, he reached your house. You had a small home, but it looked unwelcoming. Flowers were dead on the front porch, and the lock was barely hanging on. Harvey laughed. The same 'cute' laugh he used to do on the stand. Harvey pushed the door open, the lock instantly snapping in half. He stormed in, eyes wide with his phone in his hand, showing the location. He glanced to the screen, seeing how far you were. You were moving in a room downstairs. He booked it downstairs, skipping two steps each. He slammed his face into the wall accidentally, but his adrenaline kept him up. He ignored his bleeding and possibly broken nose, seeing a door slam shut.
"YOU BITCH!"
He screamed, kicking open the door to see your feet scrambling under the bed. He roughly grabbed your ankles, pulling you face-down on the floor. You fought back, but he'd been working out. Harvey pinned you to the carpeted floor, panting with wide, bloodshot eyes. The blood dripping from his nose splatted on your face, but he didnt seem to care. He laughed, speaking in a deep voice.
"You little slut..!"
He said while laughing to himself.
"Y-You! You really thought you would get away with it, didnt you?! That i'd just...live and learn and move on? I dont think so."
Harvey pinned your wrists down beside your head. reaching for his phone as he bashed it into your forehead over and over. He laughed, making sure the very last thing you heard before blacking out his maniacal laughter.
You woke up who knows how later. Your head was bandaged. It throbbed and ached. You looked down, seeing your were tied to a chair. The knots were done tight, no escaping. Your voice waas muffled as the unfamiliar feeling of tape forced it shut.
Harvey stood behind the chair, looking down at you. You looked up, widened eyes. staring directly at him. He looked down at you emotionlessly before moving in front of you, leaning on somehting too dark to see.
"My wife left me. I'm not allowed custody rights because im 'unstable'."
Harvey spoke in a serious tone.
"She never understood, not many people have PTSD where she's from."
Your muffled voice was heard. Harvey swung around, a freshly sharpened knife slicing a thin layer of your epidermis on your lowerside of your jaw, slightly grazing your dermis. Your eyes shut tightly, you began to struggle and squirm in the chair.
"SHUT. UP."
You looked at the blade, seeing the slight rust on it and old blood splatter that wasnt fresh...or yours. You then saw the familiar dot at the bottom of the knife. It was the same knife you used on him those months ago. Thats when it hit you. He wanted revenge.
Harvey roughly grabbed your cheeks, mushing them togetehr as he made you look at his face. He smirked, the same smirk he gave you when you were tormenting him.
"How does it feel...being o nthe receiving end of the stick..?"
He asked rhetorically, knowing that you couldnt awnser. He laughed to himself, digging the blade in your plump cheek.
"God, I cant wait to see the look on your pathetic face once you see what i'm gonna do to you."
He said, grinning, digging the blade in deeper. You winced quietly, Harvey heard and dug it in deeper, a drop of blood slowly pooling. He spoke into your ear with a quiet, demanding tone.
"You ruined my life."
The blade slowly sliced downwards, Your muffled screams wernt loud, as he had his other hand over the tape on your mouth. Tears welled up in your wide, scared eyes as you tried to kick and move away, yet it was no use. Harvey wasnt laughing anymore, just whispering in your ear in a dominant tone.
"You would just...Sit on your little seat on your computer...and click."
"I would beg..- plead for you to stop, Praying to the gods that you would have mercy on me. That was around the time...I discovered soemthing..."
He let go of the knife, the deep wound in your cheek already insanely bloody. your muffled whimpers of pain was music to his ears. as he stood too close to you, still speaking with a quiet hint of a smile.
"The gods I was praying to...didnt exist. No being would let you live, Netherless escape prison. I suffered by your pathetic, small hands. After, no one really got me anymore. I couldnt stand being hurt in the slightest. I'd get flashbacks that made me develop insomnia. I barley talk to anyone anymore. I think I died that day, and im in a never ending hell. I cant be who i used to be. I cant be...happy anymore."
There was a long silence between the two of you. He stared at you, his expression turning slightly defeated.
"You...dont feel bad at all...do you?"
You didnt nod. You didnt move. Harvey backed up, silent before looking away. He turned back to you, before digging his thumb into your open cheek wound. You screamed and howled, but the tape made it difficult to get much out. Muffled pleas were left on ice, never to be listened to.
"DO YOU FEEL IT? DO YOU FEEL HOW TERRIBLE IT FEELS!?"
"M-MHM!! MHMM!- !HMMMmmMMmmMm-!"
"I-IM SORRY!! PLEASE, P-please..! ....I'M SORRRYYYY!!!!!!!"
Eventually, all the pressure kept building up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up-
shlorrchhhhk-plupp
The tip of his thumb was in your mouth, entering the exit hole of the wound. You were convulsing in pain, frozen but in immense agony. Harvey wickedly laughed, pulling his thumb out and putting his pointer and middle finger inside, before streching the wound open. You screamed once again, your throat going raw.
"Sorry, does that hurt?~"
Harvey spoke in a mocking tone, followed by giggling.
"Now you know a percentage of how I feel."
His fingers retracted, but your ears still buzzed with pain. You sobbed as Harvey turned away to grab something else.
"NMmmm...mMMMmmMMmmm..!"
"Please s-stop...i-I'M SO SORRY, IT H-HURTS SOOooOOOooO BAAAAD..!"
Harvey turned back around with the same scissors you stabbed his eye out with. Harvey looked more nagry, like this was a sensitive part for him. He held up the scissors with a shaky hand.
"Th-This...This r-right here..."
He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I hate you for this one."
He gripped the scissors tighter.
"With that eye, you made me hideous. With the eyepatch, everyone prodded and poked fun at me- the very same way you did. They refered to me as 'pirate' and told their kids to stay away from me. It hurt more than the stab...being disliked and judged by everyone."
He let out a loud roar, lunging at you.
The cold metal pries apart in front of you, catching a glint of light before both blades plunge forward.
The blades punched through the soft domes of your eyes with a wet, cracking sting, like glass snapping underwater. Agony detonates behind your face. Pure, white-hot, all-consuming, shooting into the back of your skull. Your hands twitch uselessly, your body trying to tear away but trapped in the chair.
The scissors begin to close.
You feel the blunt pressure first, then the slicing bite. The gel inside your eyes shifts, squelching as it’s forced outwards.
Shrrrclkhhh.
Bursts of light explode in your vision- violet flashes, electric streaks- before they smear into darkness as fluid clouds the path.
The pressure builds in your skull; the blades grind through tissue, tugging at something deep. A sickening, anchored pull rips at the back of your sockets—the optic nerves—stretching, straining.
Schlurrchhkk.
The pain blooms and twists in on itself until you can’t tell where it starts or ends.
Your vision folds in, a black curtain sweeping across what little light remains.
Somewhere in the blur of agony, the metal snaps fully shut.
You cant see harvey anymore...or anything, for that manner. But, you knew you were sobbing. You felt harveys hand caress your non-torn cheek. By reflex, you tried to pull away, but couldnt. The pain made your ears ring, so you couldnt hear much.
You kept freaking out, moving around, spazzing and screaming. Harvey kept slapping you, tyring to make you shut up.
"C-Cmon, cmon- Sh-Shut up! J-JUST BE QUIET!!!"
Harvey yelled and screamed before a familiar and terrifying light creeped in through the window.
Blue and red flashing lights.
Harvey slowly froze. A police megaphone echoed from outside, the glass making it slightly hard to hear.
"Harvey Harvington! Let the hostage go- we have you surrounded!"
Harvey stared at the window silently, covering your mouth. But since he wasnt focussing on you, he covered your nose instead. Your spazzing was panicked and fast as you tried to breathe. Harvey yelled at the window.
"I-I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING.. W-WERE WATCHING A GORY MOVIE, MY APOLOGIES OFFICER!"
"Hm."
The officer was quiet for a few seconds. Your squirming and spazzing began to get more slow..
"Can we see inside, then?"
Harvey panicked.
"N-NO! THERES TERMITES HERE!!"
"We're going to give you 30 seconds to come out, unarmed. If you do not follow instructions, we will have to force our way inside."
30!
Harvey's eyes were wide as the officer counted down. He looked down in the chair.
25!
You were limp, not moving. he slowly moved his hand, shocked once again. Harvey wasnt done with you. He had to make your pay for your wrongdoings! What you did to him!
He had to make you suffer more.
20!
"N-No, no, no, no, no, no..!!"
Harvey slapped your face to wake you up, but it wasnt working.
15!
He glaced up to the window, seeing the blaring light peek in, then looked towards your dead body.
. . .
He turned to the gun.
10!
The gun you never bought.
9!
Harvey let go of your face, walking towards the table and looking down at the gun.
8!
Harvey picked it up, letting it rest in his callussed hands.
His head swept its way around the room, finding its gaze back to you again.
7!
He pointed it at your temple. His face wasnt sad, scared or numb. It was angry.
6!
He fired the trigger. Your brain and skull fragments splattered over the scissors. He trepidantly walked over to your open skull, looking down into it with frustration. This was the closest he'd get to revenge...and you didnt even feel any pain in the end of it.
5!
He dropped your skull, looking at his fingers, stained with your blood. He failed. At the one thing he's spent five months planning. The one thing that ruined his life.
4!
Harvey loaded the gun with another bullet, staring into nothing.
3!
He put the barrel to his forehead.
2!
He turned the safety off, and shut his eyes. A single tear rolled down his cheekbones.
Why cant he do anything right...
But with all his failures...he can do one thing right.
1!
The gun shot, piercing his forehead. Harvey died on impact, falling backwards onto the basement floor. The gun went limp in his hand, falling beside the chair leg You were on.
The second last thing to go through his head?
Eun-mi would be ashamed.
Last thing to go through his head?
The bullet.
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