Jeremike

18

I trudged through the rain as I walked to work. Mike was still in a coma, and he had been for three weeks now. I felt someone watching me, but when I turned, there was nothing.

"Don't be so paranoid, Jeremy." I told myself. I sighed. "Great, now I'm talking to myself."

"Jeremy!" I spun and saw Fritz running towards me with his umbrella.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm... filling... in for... Mike." he said to me between breaths. I felt the anger I had set aside and replaced with sorrow build up. NO ONE replaces Mike. Fritz looked up at me and gulped. He began to back away.

"Uh... hey, wh-what's wrong?" he stammered.

"What's wrong...?" I stopped walking towards him and lowered my fist. "What's WRONG?! I'm possibly going to lose Mike to a car crash, I have to work alone with these animatronic demons, and it's bad enough you feel the need to replace Mike!" I slammed my fist down on a nearby table as hard as I could. Fritz's eyes were wide and shocked. I understood. I was usually the silent type. I looked at my hand and saw that I busted my knuckles open. My breaths were heavy and I struggled not to punch my friend as hard as I could.

"J-Jeremy I..." he trailed off.

"What?" I snapped. My head jerked towards him in anger. He gulped.

"N-Nothing."

"Nothing? You can't start speaking at a time like this and then just reply with, "Nothing."" I practically screamed. I lifted my hand up and walked toward him. I grabbed him by the collar and punched him, square in the nose. I dropped him to the ground. He was holding his broken nose in agony. I felt a smile form on my face, but I twisted it into a scowl. I then continued to work, maybe a bit more ready to fight anyone or anything.