Butterflies in my brain

Me and Chris are best friends.Even though I'm insane and I don’t really feel emotions like other people. I also may have these obsessive and suffocating feelings for him but that's not important.What is,is him that's what's important. We were going out to kill some butterflies.Just me and him. 

My Vigilantemobile pulled up to Chris's trailer.I knocked on his door repeatedly.

"Adrian,come in." He said

 I walked in and he was sitting on the couch watching his random shows. 

"Hiii ready to go blow up some Butterflies?" I asked,holding back a smile 

"Yep." He said 

"Alright,to the Vigilantemobile." 

"Still can't believe you call it that.",

We drove to this empty field where there was activity of Butterflies seen. 

"Adrian don't be stupid there could be Butterflies hidden." 

 "Gotcha." I said amused 

I had my mask on so nothing would happen.A huge swarm of them came up from the ground. They were the same gross aliens I had killed before this wouldn't be hard beside. I grabbed my chainsaw from the trunk. 

"You really love that chainsaw don't you?" Chris said 

"Hell yeah." I said slicing some of the Butterflies in half. 

  Then one single one knocked off my mask.Me and Chris have killed almost all of them but this tiny one. It got in my mouth and down my throat … Chris ran to me. Then I blacked out. 

 Everything was so intense.Everyone that I had killed,Everyone I had brought to justice. Was screaming at me and I laughed ,my throat,my throat.I couldn't breath. I just kept laughing I was so fucked up that I kept laughing at those criminals that I had brought to justice. They deserved it. I was shaking with laughter then they faded into black. Chris was here now yelling at me. 

  He told me I was pathetic and we were never friends, he just used me. He hated me with every fiber in his body. I fell to my knees, the suffocation in my throat getting worse with this unknown feeling of pain and hurt.I screamed and screamed.No one was here now. I felt myself begin to stare into the abyss above me. The fight in me was still alive just in a dying light.Blood came out of my mouth and nose.I was starting to laugh again.In a way of overwhelming anger and happiness and hurt. I closed my eyes, still hysterically laughing and crying.

I woke up coughing blood and spit, tears streaming down my face. Chris was holding me. I was shaking. My throat hurt so bad. I backed away, releasing me  from his tight grip. I was still shaking. My tears came even quickly to see Chris' bloodshot eyes and Him covered in my blood. 

"I'm sorry,I'm sorry,I didn't mean to scare you." I said sobbing,

He just kept looking at me with his eyes wide and red. He went up and tackled me into a hug, his eyes pouring out tears. He sobbed into my shoulder. I collapsed into him. 

 "I don't know what to do." I said sobbing even more

We just held each other.l threw up something. It was a Butterfly… I remembered what had happened.My sobs had gotten even louder.Chris looked at me with so much emotion stuck on his face.I was so fucked up in the head that I had killed a Butterfly with my mind.For once I was horrified at what I had done. I had survived the unsurvivable.I was a monster.Chris probably felt so scared of me that he would never want to see me again.

"Chris I am so sor-" 

"You shut up!", he yelled at me., "you don't get to say sorry,you don't get to almost die on me,you don’t get to leave me before I got to tell you I LOVE YOU.you stupid idiot." He yelled 

"What…" I said 

"Shut up for now,you need to rest." He said not looking at me.

He picked me up walking to the car. Everything Was blurring together. The drive back to home and when I got the couch. I fell asleep for a while then I got back up.Chris was somewhere in his house.I looked in his room. He was talking with someone I think.But no one was there?

"Hey buddy." I said smilingly 

"Adrian." 

"Chris."

He walked up to me and hugged me tightly. I hugged back. We would figure this out together. He loved me and I loved him. Even if I was messed up in the mind.