Auschwitz - COMPLETE
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
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Adult +
Chapters:
24
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2,684
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10
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
19
Ville
Waking in Bams arms, I sigh at the sight of the limbs snaked around me. Scars, white marks, red skin. Bams arms are a mess. Did he do this to himself? He can't have...could he? Why..? Oh god, is it because of me? He must have been so stressed, dealing with his job, me and his mother. He can pretend all he likes but I know shes ill. Anyone could see that.
"Mmmm...Willa, whats wrong?" Bam asks me as he stirs. I don't answer, simply relax into his embrace. He sighs and plays with my hair, he knows something is wrong, but hes not pushing it. Does that mean he knows that he is the problem?
"Bammie..?" I say. He tightens his grip on me, I hear him gulp. He responds with a simple,
"Yes?" He seems to be dreading what I have to say. Its like he can sense that I'm going to question his scars.
"Why do you...hurt yourself?" I ask. His arms stay firmly around me, but he tenses up. I've hit a rough subject.
"Its..nothing...really..." He lies. Why can't he tell me the truth? I'm his boyfriend, the man he saved and loves! I sit up and loosen myself from his grip. He doesn't protest. He lies back and lets out a sigh. A look of sadness and longing on his face. Part of me wants to kiss him, to make him laugh, to make him feel better. But a bigger part of me is mad at him. Hes hurting himself and he won't tell me why, in fact, hes making it out to be nothing. Like he can brush it away as if it were simply the wrong paper being delivered to his house. Maddened, I began to dress. Did he no trust me? Did he not love me? Well, he was making no effort to stop me. That really says a lot. Once dressed, I stood and walked out of the room. It wasn't until I was at the door that Bam spoke.
"Willa, don't be moody. Its nothing," He said, anger and venom lacing his voice like poison. Hes own anger just maddens me more. Hes lying to me! How can I not be mad! I simply shake my head and continue walking. I hear cries of 'Willa..?' from the bedroom, but thee is no attempt to follow, no pleas for forgiveness. I'm out the door 5 minutes later, walking out into the unknown, the woods that surrounded the house and the camp I'd been forced to call home since August. God how I wish for a cigarette! I haven't smoked since June! I don't know how long I walked for, or where I ended up, but soon it was dark, I was hungry and I was lost, surrounded by trees...trees...and more trees! But no Bam. He hadn't followed me, how can he love me? As my body begins to weaken, I find a tree to rest under, and, as I start to doze of, I feel the light pitter-patter of rain on my exposed skin, and its not long before I'm soaked. Waking up the next morning, I'm shaking, freezing. He head spins and my nose is running, and the simple act of standing almost makes me collapse. Holding onto a tree for support, my blurred visions tells me a darkened figure is heading towards me before I pass out in the mud.
Bam
"Willa..?" I cry into the empty house. Its no use, he's no where to be found. Oh god, what have I done! Why couldn't I have told him why I've been cutting myself.
"Come on Babe, please! I haven't done it since the voices stopped I swear!" I cry. Nothing. Wait, where was April? She should have been back hours ago. Trying not to panic, I look around the house, hoping beyond belief that Ville had gone off to sleep in another room. But nothing, he is no where to be found. "Ville! Please babe, I'm worried!" I cry out into the house. Still, nothing. Now is the time to panic. "Ville? Please!" Nothing. The I spot it...the open back door... Running out of it, I spot Villes fading footprints in the mud surrounding the door. "VILLE?" I call out into the woods. Nothing still.
"Bam, honey, whats wrong?" I hear my mother ask. Turning, I spot her in the kitchen, putting away a bag of groceries. She looks concerned. "Bam? Wheres Ville?"
I don't reply, instead, I break down into tears, unable to hold in my emotion and pain any longer.
"H-he...w-walked...o-of....d-don't know...w-where he...is..." I cry. My mother engulfs me into a hug, rubs my back,
"Did you fight?" She asks me. I force myself to nod and she hugs me tighter. "I'm sure he's just gone to calm down darling. Give him time, he'll come back." She reassures me. Again, I nod.
"You sure?" I ask, rubbing my eyes and wiping my eyes in embarrassment.
"Of course darling. He loves you, anyone can see that," She tells me. I respond with a smile and go upstairs, deciding to take a nap to pass the time while Ville cooled off. When I awoke hours later, it was dark, raining. But there was no Ville. How could he still be out there? He'll make himself ill out there.
"Is he back yet?" I question April. She shakes her head and bites her lip, before she glances at the empty seat in he table next to us. Where Ville would be sitting.
"I put him out some food...for if...when...he comes back..." She says, gesturing to the plate of food to her left that was slowly growing colder by the minute. I almost start to sob, when we hear a knock at the door.
"Ville!" I cry, running to the door with a smile. Opening it, my smile fades as I spot Zimmermann, a fellow guard at the camp.
"Hey Margera, we managed to find on of yesterdays escapees in the woods! He's gonna get punished bad!" He grins, and my world rocks, could this be Ville?
"Whats his number?" I ask.
"2234790" He tells me, and my eyes widen in shock, horror and fear...
Waking in Bams arms, I sigh at the sight of the limbs snaked around me. Scars, white marks, red skin. Bams arms are a mess. Did he do this to himself? He can't have...could he? Why..? Oh god, is it because of me? He must have been so stressed, dealing with his job, me and his mother. He can pretend all he likes but I know shes ill. Anyone could see that.
"Mmmm...Willa, whats wrong?" Bam asks me as he stirs. I don't answer, simply relax into his embrace. He sighs and plays with my hair, he knows something is wrong, but hes not pushing it. Does that mean he knows that he is the problem?
"Bammie..?" I say. He tightens his grip on me, I hear him gulp. He responds with a simple,
"Yes?" He seems to be dreading what I have to say. Its like he can sense that I'm going to question his scars.
"Why do you...hurt yourself?" I ask. His arms stay firmly around me, but he tenses up. I've hit a rough subject.
"Its..nothing...really..." He lies. Why can't he tell me the truth? I'm his boyfriend, the man he saved and loves! I sit up and loosen myself from his grip. He doesn't protest. He lies back and lets out a sigh. A look of sadness and longing on his face. Part of me wants to kiss him, to make him laugh, to make him feel better. But a bigger part of me is mad at him. Hes hurting himself and he won't tell me why, in fact, hes making it out to be nothing. Like he can brush it away as if it were simply the wrong paper being delivered to his house. Maddened, I began to dress. Did he no trust me? Did he not love me? Well, he was making no effort to stop me. That really says a lot. Once dressed, I stood and walked out of the room. It wasn't until I was at the door that Bam spoke.
"Willa, don't be moody. Its nothing," He said, anger and venom lacing his voice like poison. Hes own anger just maddens me more. Hes lying to me! How can I not be mad! I simply shake my head and continue walking. I hear cries of 'Willa..?' from the bedroom, but thee is no attempt to follow, no pleas for forgiveness. I'm out the door 5 minutes later, walking out into the unknown, the woods that surrounded the house and the camp I'd been forced to call home since August. God how I wish for a cigarette! I haven't smoked since June! I don't know how long I walked for, or where I ended up, but soon it was dark, I was hungry and I was lost, surrounded by trees...trees...and more trees! But no Bam. He hadn't followed me, how can he love me? As my body begins to weaken, I find a tree to rest under, and, as I start to doze of, I feel the light pitter-patter of rain on my exposed skin, and its not long before I'm soaked. Waking up the next morning, I'm shaking, freezing. He head spins and my nose is running, and the simple act of standing almost makes me collapse. Holding onto a tree for support, my blurred visions tells me a darkened figure is heading towards me before I pass out in the mud.
Bam
"Willa..?" I cry into the empty house. Its no use, he's no where to be found. Oh god, what have I done! Why couldn't I have told him why I've been cutting myself.
"Come on Babe, please! I haven't done it since the voices stopped I swear!" I cry. Nothing. Wait, where was April? She should have been back hours ago. Trying not to panic, I look around the house, hoping beyond belief that Ville had gone off to sleep in another room. But nothing, he is no where to be found. "Ville! Please babe, I'm worried!" I cry out into the house. Still, nothing. Now is the time to panic. "Ville? Please!" Nothing. The I spot it...the open back door... Running out of it, I spot Villes fading footprints in the mud surrounding the door. "VILLE?" I call out into the woods. Nothing still.
"Bam, honey, whats wrong?" I hear my mother ask. Turning, I spot her in the kitchen, putting away a bag of groceries. She looks concerned. "Bam? Wheres Ville?"
I don't reply, instead, I break down into tears, unable to hold in my emotion and pain any longer.
"H-he...w-walked...o-of....d-don't know...w-where he...is..." I cry. My mother engulfs me into a hug, rubs my back,
"Did you fight?" She asks me. I force myself to nod and she hugs me tighter. "I'm sure he's just gone to calm down darling. Give him time, he'll come back." She reassures me. Again, I nod.
"You sure?" I ask, rubbing my eyes and wiping my eyes in embarrassment.
"Of course darling. He loves you, anyone can see that," She tells me. I respond with a smile and go upstairs, deciding to take a nap to pass the time while Ville cooled off. When I awoke hours later, it was dark, raining. But there was no Ville. How could he still be out there? He'll make himself ill out there.
"Is he back yet?" I question April. She shakes her head and bites her lip, before she glances at the empty seat in he table next to us. Where Ville would be sitting.
"I put him out some food...for if...when...he comes back..." She says, gesturing to the plate of food to her left that was slowly growing colder by the minute. I almost start to sob, when we hear a knock at the door.
"Ville!" I cry, running to the door with a smile. Opening it, my smile fades as I spot Zimmermann, a fellow guard at the camp.
"Hey Margera, we managed to find on of yesterdays escapees in the woods! He's gonna get punished bad!" He grins, and my world rocks, could this be Ville?
"Whats his number?" I ask.
"2234790" He tells me, and my eyes widen in shock, horror and fear...