Jeremike-You're Different than the others

Chapter 19: It's All My Fault

Jeremy's POV

I really wished that I didn't have work. Getting killed by those things was the last thing I wanted, especially after the 'incident' with me breaking down in front of Mike. The whole incident makes me so humiliated! I can't believe that I did that in front of him, making him go to all that trouble. I'm one heck of a burden to my friends.

I pulled my green sweater over my head and off my body, throwing it on my small bed. I fiddled around in the growing darkness of my room, searching for my work shirt. It felt like my room was ten times smaller due to the darkness keeping me from seeing any details of the room. It felt odd, but nice to be in the dark. I let the feeling of the tight space sink in for a few seconds before reaching around again and finding my work shirt. As I buttoned up the grey shirt I wondered how tonight would go. Mike had told me that Boss had re-hired him to the day shift as now Fritz was planning on leaving again. I didn't know why but I was glad he was on the day shift. I guess it was because I didn't want him to get hurt. Wait.....WHAT! I stopped buttoning my shirt and felt my face heat up a bit. I mean sure I wanted Mike to be safe but just the way it sounded, it sounded wrong! Well not wrong but it sounded very gay! I brushed my bangs out form my eyes and resumed buttoning up my shirt, keeping an eye on the clock so I wouldn't be late for work. My first night doing this all alone, expect the few nights where Mike blanked out or was asleep.

Ignoring the pain that was numbing parts of my body, I grabbed my hat from off of my dresser and walked out of my room. I could feel my bandages move under my clothes, trying to keep the wounds from getting worse. I may have been having break downs lately but that doesn't mean that I still don't feel the terrible pain of getting beaten. My rib cage was still in excruciating pain from when my father dealt that swift kick to it, damn it dad. Yes I just swore but it hurt a lot, also I think Mike is rubbing off on me. I checked my pockets to make sure I had everything I would need, my phone, glasses, wallet, and keys to apartment were all thankfully in the side and back pockets of my pants so I was all set to head off. As I entered the outside world I realized how freezing it was, it would probably snow in a few days. I always loved snow; I never got to see it much due to me always being inside. I remember how I always played in it as a child, back when my mom was here and my dad wasn't dead set on ending my life. I pulled my hood over my head and began to slowly hum a familiar tune to pass the time as I walked. It was on the tip of my tongue, it seemed so familiar. I had long forgotten the name and haven't heard it since I was a child...

"M-mommy?"

"Oh dear, what are you doing up so late?"

'C-could you come and s-sing to me? I h-had a terrible n-nightmare and n-now I c-can't sleep a-anymore!"

"Oh of course I'll sing to you my little one. Don't worry the nightmares can't hurt you now." Warm arms wrap around a small child and carry him to his room. As the child is put into his bed, he grabs a small stuffed bunny and hugs it close to his chest. His mother gives a warm smile, taking a seat on the edge of the boy's bed. Gentle fingers brush chestnut colored bangs out of the child's amber eyes and pull the blanket closer up so it is resting on the boy's shoulders. The boy looks expectedly at his mother, waiting for her to begin singing his favorite melody to him. The mother takes a deep breath before starting her song.

"The moon is full. The sun is gone, but child don't worry I am here. Don't be scared. Don't be afraid. The shadows can hurt you no more. I am here now. You and I will remain safe. Lay your head to rest in my arms and close your tired eyes. For child of the night, the darkness is nothing to fear~" As the mother finishes the last syllable she glances as her son, who's fast beating heart has now slowed from the fear being banished. His face holds an expression calmer than it has ever been in his young life. You can see a bit of the rabbit peaking out from under his green blankets. A smile spreads across the mother's face as she gives her son a small kiss on the forehead, but brushing his fluffy hair out of the way before doing so. As the mother slowly gets up from the bed and tip toes out the door she thinks that nothing could go wrong. How wrong she was...