The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 35: Memories..

It was now, about, 5pm.
The day had gone by pretty fast.
I didn't even do much the entire day. I almost forgot what day it was. But, it was only December 26.... I think?
I'm not good at keeping time.
I didn't have to go back to school until January 4, I believe.
I didn't even want to.
Whenever I was taught something, it would just click in my head, and I'd remember what it was about.
Math was easy.
I remembered how to do that.
History... please, that was easiest.
And everything else, was just easy.
All I did today was read on the rooftop.
All day.
I probably should've gave Loki something to do while he's in the closet.
He's probably not even in the closet anymore, honestly.
There's no way he didn't walk out of the closet.

A few times, I saw Peter swinging by in his spider suit thing. It looked fun, to do that all of the time.
Sure, I've done it before, but all the time? Nope.
'Flying' seems cool.
If I could fly, I'd just leave. I'd get out of everything.
It would be so simple.
Everything would be.
I quickly close my book, realizing the sun would set soon.
I probably should have done something more productive, but reading gets my mind off of everything.
I stand up, slowly, considering my chest still hurt a bit.
I often healed quicker than the average person, though, because of all the experiments done on me.
I assume it's because of that, at least.

I make my way down the staircase, heading toward my room.
I assume everybody is either in their room, or already ate dinner.
I didn't care, honestly. I didn't eat much.
I slowly open the door to my room, feeling as though somebody is in there.
Of course, there is. So it doesn't matter.
I look around the room, though, just incase.
I walk into the room and close the door.

I make my way over to the closet, needing to make sure Loki's still there.
"Grumpy?" I joke.
"I prefer King." He says back, still muffled because of the closet.
"Did you leave at all?"
"Of course not. Why would you think such things?"
"I didn't exactly give you anything to do in there."
"Well, maybe you should, then. I'm not exactly fond of closets."
I roll my eyes and flop down onto my bed.
The day was pretty, well, lame.
I hope I could be helped soon. With the Wakanda thing.
And, perhaps, Loki could help me with the father problem.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and I'm startled.
Peter walks in.
"What do you want?" I ask him.
I'm honestly not in the mood for this.
"Why did you do it?" He asks, seemingly angry and upset.
"What?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"No, I don't."
"Why did you trash my room?"
"Trash your room? I did not do that."
He seemed really upset, considering it was just a room.
I didn't even do it, though.
"Well, who else would? Nobody else would do such a thing." He chokes out.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I ask him.
"You know exactly what I mean." He says, leaving the room, about to slam the door. But he doesn't. He closes it gently.
I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
I hear the closet door slowly opening.
Loki comes tumbling out of it.
"Spider boy seems a bit, I don't know, harsh?" Loki says.
Honestly, Loki. I wasn't in the mood to talk about this. Just go back in the closet.
"Is he your friend?" He asks.
"He is, or, was." I answer.
"Well, why isn't he?"
"I don't know, alright? He changed in one day. Really."
"Do you know why?"
I turn over to Loki who was hovering on the side of my bed.
"If I knew why, do you think I'd be in this situation?"
"I suppose not." Loki says, turning to sit down on the chair in my room.
"Hey, you can't sit there. You'll get caught." I say, sitting up.
"And a closet is much safer." Loki says, sarcastically.
"It's the only choice you have."
"Come on, I come here to help you. And in return I get a closet to lie in?"
"Is a closet not enough?" I chuckle.
"Of course it's not. As you might see, I'm not a piece of clothing."
"Wow, I couldn't even tell."
He rolls his eyes and sits down on the chair anyways.
"What if somebody barges in my room again?" I ask.
He shrugs.
I roll my eyes and he just sits there silently, looking at me.
"So," he begins randomly, "You have a brother?"
Yes, I did.
At least, what I remember.
I only had 2 memories with him.
Christmas... and his death.
"Had." I correct.
"Well if you're going to make it that serious.."
"Why are you bringing him up?"
"No real reason, really. Did your brother love you?"
I swallow, hard.
"I don't know." I answer.
And I didn't. I couldn't even remember much.
"I reckon he did."
He would know, I guess.
He saw everything I went through. Even things I didn't remember.
"So," I say, turning to face him, "You saw everything?"
He nods.
"Everything." He smirks.
"Can you...." I begin, "You know, never mind."
"What? What is it?" He asks, now curious.
"Can you do it again?" I ask.
"Do what?"
"Read my memories."
"If I do this, you shall see everything you have remembered again."
"I know."
"Then why?"
"You could see everything I've ever remembered. Even if I currently don't remember it."
"Go on." He says.
"Can you, um- can you maybe explain to me a seemingly good memory?" I ask.
He probably wouldn't do it.
It was too much of a favor.
He gives me an odd look.
"You don't have to..." I mutter.
He sits up from the chair, walking over to me.
He puts his hand to my forehead, and in an instance, flashes of the memories come back.
Ones that I remember.
I hated this, but I needed to remember something good.
I feel Loki's hand remove from my forehead, and I just see the ceiling again.
I look over to Loki, who looked like he had tears in his eyes, but he blinked them away.
I don't blame him, my memories are probably gruesome.
At least, the variety of them probably are.
He clears his throat, and goes to sit back down on the chair.