Game Over ~AntiAverage

16. Anti

I was standing in front of the madness I was met with when I woke up. A hole in the ceiling... a broken table... bullet holes and scorch marks on the walls... Home sweet home, huh? I frowned pulling myself away from the mess and making my way to the bedroom. Low and behold... Your dream was right.

"Was it though?" I sighed laying on the bed. I wanted to curl up and just sleep forever. The room looked slightly different than in my dream. The bed covers were dark red instead of green. The curtains were black instead of grey. There was even a rug now that wasn't there before. Maybe... maybe I should just take something from here instead of going all the way to the store. It's not like I even know where it is or anything. And all this is mine anyway, right? I sighed pushing myself off the bed. It wouldn't matter anyway. Why do I care? I should be forgetting about my room there and coming back here. After all, Jack wants me out as soon a possible. I remember my home now. So, there's really no reason to... A Sharp pain cut through my neck and I winced. Shit, You opened it again. Opened what? I could feel something dripping down and I reached to feel the cut on my neck open and bleeding. It wasn't bleeding badly though. It will heal. Felt a tug and I frowned feeling the black creep in.

"D̷o̶n̸'̴t̴ ̷j̵u̸s̷t̴ ̴i̷g̷n̸o̷r̶e̶ ̵i̴t̴.̴ ̷Y̴o̵u̸ ̷s̵t̶i̷l̸l̴ ̶h̸a̴v̷e̶ ̴t̸o̵ ̴t̷a̴k̴e̴ ̵c̴a̶r̵e̵ ̸o̶f̵ ̶y̴o̵u̶r̸s̷e̷l̸f̷.̴" I frowned as he moved us to the bathroom. I watched as he checked through all the drawers and shit until he found a first aid kit. Why bother? It's not that deep. Why worry... "I̶t̷'̷s̴ ̵s̷t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶a̴ ̵c̸u̶t̸.̵ ̴A̵ ̵c̶u̴t̷ ̴w̸e̶ ̷d̵i̴d̶n̴'̴t̶ ̷d̵o̷ ̶a̴n̴y̵t̵h̵i̵n̷g̷ ̵t̷o̷ ̷o̷p̶e̶n̵.̵ ̸W̴h̸i̵c̷h̴ ̵m̴e̶a̷n̵s̶?̶" Which means it isn't normal and I can't just assume it will get better. It seriously doesn't matter though. I just want to... "I̵ ̸d̸o̸n̷'̸t̷ ̸c̵a̴r̶e̶.̴" He started to clean the cut before carefully putting some gauze on it. I just frowned as I watched him wrap it. Why the hell was he taking care of it? I would have thought he would be happy to see me suffering. "W̷h̷y̵?̵ ̴J̷u̴s̴t̴ ̴b̴e̸c̶a̶u̸s̸e̶ ̶I̸ ̵s̸a̸y̴ ̵y̸o̵u̷'̸r̴e̷ ̷w̵e̷a̵k̴.̵ ̷Y̵o̶u̸ ̷a̷r̶e̴.̶ ̷B̷u̴t̶ ̸t̷h̸a̸t̸ ̷d̷o̷e̴s̵n̴'̷t̷ ̴m̸e̶a̵n̸ ̶I̴ ̴w̶a̵n̸t̸ ̶y̸o̴u̴ ̵t̴o̵ ̵d̴i̷e̶.̸.̵.̵ ̶I̴ ̷d̵o̷n̵'̵t̴ ̴w̷a̴n̵t̶ ̴t̶o̶ ̵d̷i̷e̵ ̷s̵o̶ ̸y̸o̷u̶'̵r̷e̴ ̴s̵t̵u̵c̶k̷ ̶w̸i̸t̷h̸ ̸m̴e̸.̴" I took control back and just stared in the mirror. I reached up to feel the wrapping and I could hear him growl. Don't even think about it. I wasn't going to. I walked back out into the room and sighed. You need them. You can't stay here. You aren't the only one affected by our bipolar disorder. I really don't want to be alone on my bad days. They aren't as... lax as yours. So pick some shit, summon a bag to put them in, and get back to Jacks.

"I thought you hated me being there." I still listened. I pulled the blanket covers off and the sheets, carefully folding them and putting them aside. He justed as I went about it. Who said I hated it. I simply said you were going to die before morning. I turned out to be wrong. I narrowed my eyes as I moved to the closet. I opened it up to find a lot. A guitar... several hoodies... a snapback... even a computer. I grabbed the computer and placed it with the blankets only to freeze and do a double take.

There sitting on top another dresser was Chases old hat. The red and grey one with the red skull wearing sunglasses. I picked it up and frowned feeling this intense wash of guilt come over me. I really did have it. I kept it that whole time and I... I never thought to give it back. You probably did. You just never went through with it clearly. What's the point in giving it back now? It's already been so long and he'll just think you're faking it. I mean. You don't remember anything but you somehow remembered where you live and where his hat is? Even I find that a bit far fetched. But it's the truth... It's a lot to expect anyone to believe. Leave it here and go back. LEAVE IT!

I carefully placed the hat back on the dresser and turned away. I grabbed a hoodie to wear because this jacket was ruined and placed it with my stuff. Ok, so how do we summon... Oh dear god, you really are pathetic. I just rolled my eyes as he laughed. You just have to feel and imagine it. Imagine you summoning a knife but instead of the knife picture a bag. It's actually very easy for us. Summoning and glitching... those are our powers. I don't... I don't remember if we have anymore.

I held my hand out picturing the dark green haze from before. I felt it pulse around my hand. I started to think of a bag. One of those really big shopping bags. I thought of a lot of them. I felt the energy whip around and shift before it hardened. I opened my eyes to see several shopping bags lying at my feet and I actually smiled. It was still a sad one but I was proud of myself. I did it. Don't get too cocky. You still have to carry everything back moron. I was already putting thing things in bags when he said that.

"Shit." You totally forgot that, didn't you. I frowned as I went back to putting things into the bags. My rug and a few pictures were added last minute. Hey, why don't we try glitching back? "What?" Well, our glitching is sort of like teleporting. We've glitched far away before. Why don't... Why don't we try glitching thing with us? It shouldn't be that hard. Plus I don't want to walk back. "You aren't the one walking." I groaned as I just sat there looking at all the bags. You look like you're about to drop. "I'm fine." Sure you are, regardless. Glitch out and take everything with you. "No." Fine... if you won't do it... The black took over again and I was thrown back into my own mind.

"I̷ ̴w̶i̷l̵l̶.̸"