Game Over ~AntiAverage

15. Anti

"That stupid Chase. Why is he so attached to a hat anyway?" I looked down to see a hat in my hands and I frowned. I honestly forgot I had taken it with me. No, you stole it. You even told him that. Why don't we just destroy it and go on with our lives? 

"I can't destroy it." Why not? Why take it at all, if it wasn't to burn. Think of how upset Chase will be to know he'll never get his prized possession back. Do it Sam. Destroy it. "I can't destroy it, Anti." WHY? Why did you steal it then? You might as well just waltz right back in there and give it back. Say sorry to while you're at it. That way they can laugh at your patheticness... 

"I said I can't destroy it. I never said I'd give it back. They don't make these anymore. Why would I destroy it? Just to make Chase cry?" Well, I think that's a good reason. "Well, I don't. Besides I like the hat. It's red..." And it's Chase's. I frowned as I carefully placed the hat on my dresser. 

"What do you mean and it's Chase's? Why would that matter?" I could hear Anti laughing in my head as I dusted off the hat with a smile. Face the facts, Anti. You stole his favorite hat because you like him not it. "Sure, keep' talking nonsense, Anti." If it were nonsense you'd let me destroy it. 

"I can't..." Because it means something to him. "That isn't..." True? Well, of course, it is, Sam. Now put your damn trophy up before the other ego realize this is your house and brake in just to steal it back. "Now you're talking out of your ass. I've lived here for years and not once did they realize." I walked out of my room and took one good look at the empty place in front of me. I could feel the pull my mind was taking. I already started to feel like shit. I guess I'm in for another episode. Well, if you spoke to the doctor instead of trying to kill him... 

"You're the one who's doing that so can it. I'll be fine. It's just a bit of depression." You say that like you weren't already wanting to die. Sam... "Just shut up! I'm ok. I have you... I have... I have a roof over my head." I walked over to the couch and sat down already feeling the tears start to build. You wanted to say you had Jack. You'll never have Jack. But your right. You have me. You and me together forever. Right? "Right..." Ok then. TAKE CARE OF THAT STUPID HAT!

I pushed myself out of bed and walked over to the mirror. I knew that place. The place in my dream. That was the place I first woke up in. That place is your home, apparently Anti. And you were right. You stole his hat. I frowned looking up at my reflection to see the darker version of myself. He was grinning evilly as I frowned. Why don't we go back and see if it's still there? Then we can destroy it right in front of him...

"Why would I do that?" His eyes started to grow darker and I sighed moving away from the mirror. "Besides, I was dreaming. That... That could have just been a..." Why don't we find out for ourselves then huh? You wanted to go out anyway. Let's check the damages. I rolled my eyes as I walked out the door. It took a bit but I made it to the living room without anyone telling me how to get there. I spotted Jack on the couch and I frowned. He was talking to Chase and they both didn't look too happy. "Is everything ok?" They both jumped a bit and looked over at me with a sad expression.

"Yeah, bud. Everything's fine." Even I could tell. He's lying to you. Poor Pathetic Anti. Can you shut up for once? There as to be a reason. Chase isn't that type of person. You don't even know him. Why don't you come back to me with that shit when you have more memories to back the claim. I sighed running a hand through my hair as I frowned.

"Oh... ok. Uh, Jack?" I looked over to see him giving me this look of confusion. They were definitely talking about you, you know? They were probably saying how you're going to have to leave. Probably as soon as you can remember your home. Oh look at that you remember your home. Shut it... "I was thinking about heading to the store. Do you... Do you guys need anything?"

"Do you remember where is it is?" Nope, but you didn't think that far ahead. Did you?

"I'm good. Trust me. So is there..." Chases eyes darkened for a moment and I tensed up. He looks upset at me. Did I do something? You stole his hat, you moron. Obviously, he'd still be peeved. Jack just shook his head and I smiled. It was fake. I felt like total shit. I have been for a while now. But I'll at least play the part of the happy guest. I wouldn't want them to feel bad too. Besides, it isn't their fault. Do you think it an episode? An episode... of what. Bipolar disorder... You... we have it. Don't you remember?

"Anti?" I cringed a little. I don't know why but hearing Jack call me that hurt a bit. I looked up to see Chase narrowing his eyes at Jack and I frowned. "Is everything..."

"I'm fine, Jack." I was a bit too quick to cut him off as I started to walk away. I felt someone grab my arm and I froze. I could feel tears starting to build. I don't understand. Why did I feel so terrible? I had no reason to be upset. No reason at all. That's not how bipolar disorder works. Just like regular depression you just feel shitty. There is no reason behind it. We... We have episodes of depression and anger... and other things. I thought you remembered that. Considering I did.

"Sam... Are you sure you ok?" I looked back to see Chase's eyes go wide a bit seeing how close to tears I was. I just smiled and pulled my arm free.

"I'm ok, Chase." He stood back and I just shot the two of them a fake happy smile. "I'm gonna go now. If that's ok?" Jack nodded looking over at Chase curiously and I ducked out before anything else could happen. So where are we going? I frowned fixing my burnt jacket before following the feeling of familiarity down the streets. "We're going home."