Oh My God Is This Really Happening?

Daddy's Little Psycho

The next morning I wake up alone. That's not right, I know we fell asleep in a pretty gay position, now where's he at? I quickly glance around the room, but no. Billie is no where to be seen. What the fuck? My heartbeat quickens as the only logical explanation is he's with Shrek. I tried to quiet my breathing and listen carefully, but I didn't hear anything. No screaming. No moaning. No chairs being thrown. Maybe he's okay! Maybe he was completely good today and Daddy Shrek was in a good mood! 

"See, I told you! There is hope!" 

I stop my happy thinking and freeze on the spot. 

Julius. 

My head slowly turned in the direction of her voice. Why is she still here? 

"Why are you still here?" I asked, slightly panicking at the thought of being insane even though I wasn't at a disco. Actually I was pretty much at the opposite of a disco. 

Julius smacked a leaf over her stem, her eyes blooming dramatically into little blue flowers. "Rude! Good morning to you too! Why didn't anyone tell me you were such a ray of sunshine? I swear, you're more sour than my ex-owner's underwear!" 

I just stared. What? "I'm... sorry?" 

"It's fine, it's fine. People usually think they're insane when they talk to me. Or commit suicide. I guess I'm just that insanely amazing and drop-dead gorgeous." she wriggled her upper leaves at me. 

I continued staring, my eyebrows so high Klaus Hargreeves would be jealous. 

"You're not hallucinating me talking, Gerard!" she yelled, exasperated, at which I receded. I really hated people yelling... 

"Oh-o-okay," I said quietly, hanging my head the slightest bit and looking down. It doesn't matter if she could hear me or not, because before I hadn't even spoken and she still heard me. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled. But you're not crazy, Gee. You gotta believe me," she told me in a softer voice. Did I detect a hint of desperation? "I'm just here to deliver hope." 

"What if..." I paused, biting my lip. "What if there is no hope?" 

She sank, looking wilted and old for a second before she said sadly, "But there is, Gee." 

We were interrupted by someone stumbling down the stairs and clutching the frame where a door should be, his face contorted in pain. 

"Billie!" I exclaimed and rushed to my feet, instantly regretting moving so fast as my head began to spin and pain shot up my spine and ass again. I stumbled a bit, probably looking like a zombie, and then my vision cleared and I continued my journey to the side of Billie. He looked like he was going to puke, but that'd be nearly impossible seeing as we haven't had water in a few days and the last time we were given food (other than green semen) was nearly a week ago. 

His legs gave out on him and he began to crumble to the floor, but I caught him before he could get very far with that. I helped him limp and stagger over to our thin and crusty blankets, his still lying on top of mine. I set him down gently on his butt and he fell pack a little, using his arms behind him as props. Dammit why didn't I put him against a wall?! I'm such an idiot!! Why do I never think? Shrek's right. I am just a stupid whore. 

"I-I'm sorry Billie, here, we can get you propped against something, o-okay?" 

He caught my frantically waving hands in his own hand and gave me a lopsided grin before wincing again and dropping his hand back to join the other in supporting him.