The Mind Electric (A Chester X Parker fic)

Chapter 36: Has Anybody Seen My Will To Live?

Turns out, that lady had a pretty strong grip on Chester's arm, considering there was some skin peeled off of it, along with finger nail marks engraved into it as well.

(Jeez....it didn't even hurt that much...maybe the shock factor cancelled out the pain...) Chester sighs to himself, grabbing the medicine box from one of the bathroom cupboards.

Well, the shock factor was clearly over now since putting on a tiny bandage stung like a motherfucker. He didn't want Parker to be worried about it, so he did his best to keep his mouth shut.

A few bandages is all it took to cover up the wounds, thankfully. Chester quietly placed the medicine box back to where it once was and left to go back to his room, relieved to change back into more comfy clothes.
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"Dude, your seriously wearing those dumb basketball shorts to bed again?" Parker mumbles, looking up from his phone once he heard the bedroom door close.

"Why not? Like I said, I feel comfy in them! Besides, it's not a pain to slip them off when I wanna change into something else!" Chester smiles, flopping his body down onto his side of the bed.

"Whatever...if you like them then...I guess I can't complain." Parker chuckles lightly, shutting off his phone for the night.

"Thank youuu...." Chester coos, scooting closer to him, then laying his head down on Parker's shoulder.

Chester could quickly tell that something's off just by looking at Parker's sudden change in expression. He looked deep in thought, staring off into the distance.

"You okay? Your not still mad about the party thing, are you?" Chester asks.

Parker turns his head, causing the other to back up a bit.
"Huh? No, it's not that...." he mutters, quietly apologizing for messing up Chester's position.

"It's just...that nightmare, dude. I don't want to see it again." Parker sighs, leaning his head back onto his pillow.

Chester frowns, repositioning himself on Parker's chest, soon gently laying his head down on him.
"Yeah, I'm guessing you want to skip sleeping too?"

"Uh huh...." Parker huffs.

"I feel ya on that one, buddy....when I was having nightmares like that, I started to dread the thought of sleep." Chester laughs, glancing up at the other.

"I guess you just gotta remember that nothing can actually hurt you. Sure, there HAS been some paranormal shit going on....and neither of us know what to do with that information yet, but I think it's best that you...push through it, you know?" Chester calmly suggests, reaching to grab ahold of Parker's hand.

"And yeah, it sucks...it really does...and I'm sorry you have to go through that now, but I promise, it'll get better once we figure out what the hell is going on." He sighs, gently intertwining his fingers with Parker's.

"....Alright." Parker mumbles.
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"I believe you."
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Parker was awoken by the feeling of something hitting his face gently.

"Hm...?" He groans, sitting up from where he was once laying.

Fully coming to his scenes, he can recognize the sensation of water droplets hitting his face as he stood up.

"Aw, god damn it..." Parker curses, getting a good look at his surroundings. Unfortunately, he was back in the woods.

Only this time, it was lightly raining, along with a slight breeze traveling through the air, causing the leaves on the millions of trees to make a ruckus around him.

Looking behind him, he can see the grave, which still had yet to bury anything....or anyone.

Despite Chester's encouraging words back in reality, he was still very much afraid of what could possibly be out in these woods.

Maybe he should look around before anything drastic happens?

Dragging his feet, he finally presses forward, going deep into the woods to find god knows what....

Hopefully a clue to help him figure out what the hell was going on.