Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)

Chapter 12

"Pillows, snacks, screen projector since I don't have a tv and um... We are missing something," the girl spun around in circles before she snapped her fingers. "Felix! Of course, we didn't forget about you buddy," she spoke to the cat as she moved him from the bed onto the pillow she prepared on the floor.

His grumpy meow has told me he hasn't exactly approved of that, but I don't think anyone could argue with the little fairy. All I could do is watch her set up our 'movie night' is what she called it.

"Now we're ready," she huffed proudly looking at her creation and wiping imaginary sweat off of her forehead.

She was something else, but I had to give it to her - It did look cool. She used blankets and pillows to make a comfortable space on the floor for us to watch, and once I sat down, I could instantly tell it was softer than any of my past and possibly future beds, which was honestly sad, but that's the reality of life. 

"You like it?" she asked, intense deep green shining up with light. I liked that look in her eyes. 

Giving her a tiny smile, I nodded and patted the blanket, feeling its soft exterior under my rough hand. "I love it," words slipped out of my mouth, and I surprised myself by the usage of the word I hardly even considered a part of my vocabulary.

Amira hastily grabbed a pillow and squished it with all the strength she's got while making a funny noise in the process. "I'm so happy," her comment muffled by the pillow, but still audible.

"Anyway," I trialed off feeling flustered and began searching for a movie in hope of changing the subject. "Comedy? Drama? Some sappy romance? What would you like to watch princess?" I wondered with a smirk, I bet she liked some childish stuff, she didn't seem like a type who could seat through a serious movie.

"There's this new horror I haven't watched yet," she said while leaning in, just enough for me to smell a fruity shampoo, as she typed on her laptop that I held on my lap. "You're fine with that?" she genuinely wondered, asking for my opinion.

"Horror?" I repeated with a raised brow, shocked, to say the least. Of course, I wasn't. All things considered, I had enough traumas in my life to not be able to watch those without triggering at least one. "Yeah, perfectly fine," I lied. 

You're an idiot Mars.

"Awesome! I really looked forward to it, okay one second." She began setting it up and I gulped deciding to sit through this mess. How bad could it be?

Well... It was bad. 

Very bad, not enough this movie was based on the facts it wasn't your typical scary clown or cursed bodies type of crap. No, this one was about a psycho priest dude who killed and preyed on young children, murdering them in the goriest way possible.

So, while I was literally sweating, trying to remain calm and not have any flashbacks from my shitty childhood, Amira seemed to be captivated by the plot. What the actual fuck? I suppose that's how people with normal lives should react, unfortunately, I didn't have that.

I was doing well, till a certain part of the movie where a teenage boy has admired the priest and joined in on the entire thing. However, instead of killing he tried to molest and rape the children, and molestation was one of those disgusting memories I wanted to burn out of my head. 

"Ugh, didn't think it would get this disgusting," Amira's words rang in my ears, sounding a thousand miles away, even though I was well aware she was sitting beside me. "Marshall?"

Cold, it was so cold. I was shivering and gritting my teeth, sweat wasn't helping and I felt like I was outside buried under a pile of snow, unable to breathe and catch a single sip of air. Eyesight going blurry, as the darkness embraced me and the laughs and screams of the boys from the orphanage grew louder, almost taking me back in time to when I was a child.