My Random Writings (Which, as of now, might not be so random afterall..)

Slaughter

***SWEARS***

I screamed at the top of my lungs. My heart was racing.

I couldn't help it. I was being a wuss. Movies like these scare the hell out of me and I couldn't give less of shit if I bothered the two nerds sitting next to me, it was their damn idea to watch this dumb movie anyway.

"Oh my God Mikey, calm down would you? It's just a movie!" yelled Simon, and I about punched him right there.

"Not my fault," was all I had to mumble.

They still laughed at me, snickering throughout the movie because they couldn't believe their friend was such a chicken. I wanted to smash those smug looks on the floor. I gave them a deathly glare, because if anyone knew how violent I tended to be it was these assholes. It quickly shut them up.

"It just gets boring from here man, can we do something else?" complained Jack from his end of the couch.

"Yes please oh my God I am so done with this right now. I'm also starving, when does your mom get home Si?" I asked.

He glanced at his watch, muttering something along the lines of 'half an hour'.

"Fuck man, now we have to actually walk to the kitchen and make something." Jack complained.

"That tends to be what normal people do Jack." Simon muttered.

"Hey, I think we've established from the get go that I am far from normal. For example, I'm going to do the unthinkable and get off the couch to go smash shit together in your kitchen and eat it. Even if it isn't completely edible."

Simon sighed, "I'd prefer if you stayed as far as possible from my kitchen, thanks."

He shook his head and rolled off the couch, snatching the remote from its place on the table and switching the screen back to our long forgotten game. I trailed Simon back to the kitchen, grabbing things off shelves and tossing them to him as he pondered what we could feed ourselves.

Jack would yell at the screen every so often, I would laugh, Simon would smile, and we settled into that routine as we shuffled about the kitchen. After settling on sandwiches (mainly because they were all we knew how to make), we started noticing the excess amount of emergency response vehicles that were passing by every so often. A shudder passed through me whenever one zoomed past, but Simon's hand on my shoulder would reassure me that we would be fine.

There were days when I would remember the accident, most of the time the sirens triggered it, sometimes it would be something entirely unrelated to the accident, but sirens really got to me. I'd gotten so used to the feeling of suffocation that it seemed to fade away more quickly each time.

"Mikey, you okay? I can hear the sirens too buddy, but they're movin' pretty far each time they pass. Nothin's happenin' near us. I'm goin' to text my mom to see what's up," called Jack from the living room.

"I'm okay.." I managed to respond.

It surprised me that my vocal chords still worked, but if I focused on making the sandwich in front of me I knew I would be fine. I moved slowly, intent on getting my hands to stop shaking before Simon noticed. I didn't know when I started counting, but more than six vehicles had passed by now, and each time one passed the delay between it and the next one began to shorten.

Simon left the room suddenly, and I couldn't help but reach for him as he passed. I didn't want to be left alone, even for a second, while I was having an episode. I felt myself shuffle to the doorway, where Jack was still playing but glanced to my direction every couple of seconds.