Any other world

Chapter 4

"Mixxie, I need to talk to you.", I just rolled my eyes and wanted to dive back down but he grabbed my arm.

"Listen, I know you're upset and mad. I understand..but please, even if you don't forgive me, I want you to know that I'm terribly sorry. I would never hurt you on purpose.", he cried.

I just looked at him, and nodded, diving back down, I felt my eyes were teary, but I didn't want to cry in front of him. Yes, I got sentimental, before you guys ask.

He was my best friend after all, I liked him very much, he was like a brother to me. I swam back to my rock and cried, I didn't know what to do or to say, I couldn't forgive him that easily, but I also loved him.

I looked down at my arm, it hurt me, not physically, but emotionally. I knew it wasn't on purpose, but it was him who threw it, no matter why he did it. Okay, maybe I could've react different, run away or dodge it but it's too late now anyway.

I knew I messed up with reacting that bad, probably ruined our friendship, but I couldn't look at him either. I knew he felt guilty and tried to apologize, but I just made it worse. Okay? I admitted it was also my fault! You can keep your comments.

I wanted to stay a bit longer, but my arm felt weird, yes, I can feel what I touch or if someone touches it. But it was inside it, electrocuted me a few times, sparks hitting me, before I couldn't control it anymore.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!", I ran home.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong..?", she stopped looking at me, trying to hold the arm with the other hand, dripping on the kitchen floor with my wet shorts.

"Help.", I mumbled.

"Hospital. Now!"

At the hospital the doctor deactivated the arm and told me to lie down.

"What's wrong with it?!", I panicked.

"Were you nervous?"

"No."

"Angry or upset?"

"Maybe a little bit.", I mumbled.

"In the water, too?"

"There's a chance....why?"

"Cause you created a malfunction, you're emotions were too strong and the water finished it off completely."

"What now?"

"We have to design a new one, we have to give it the highest resistance possible, as you're."

"As I'm what?", I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"As you're special and don't know what you're capable of."

"Not much, I don't have any powers."

"But still you broke your prosthetic arm only with your emotions.", he slightly smiled.

"How will you do that?", I changed the topic.

"I'm sorry but we have to operate you again, remove the old one and replace it with the new one."

"Again?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"Now, only if you want of course."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really."

So, again they cut off my arm and gave me a new one, when I woke up it didn't feel much different. It worked as well as the old one, but it looked stronger, and cooler, it was still white but also had black parts in the gaps, covering the ugly cables.

I got used to it pretty quickly, it wasn't hard to control, just like a normal arm, but it was stronger, I broke a few things when I tried to pick them up. Eggs for example, or basically any kind of food, I also ripped a few of my clothes, and I broke a lot of glasses at home, driving my mom crazy. At least I didn't need to help her, before I break something she does it herself. No, I'm not lazy.well sometimes I am.

But back to Amoux, it's been months now since I last saw him, I missed him, I was a lonely person, he was my only friend, when I went for a walk, I decided to visit him. Sounds way easier than it was.

"Hey.", I greeted him.

"What do you want?"

"I....apologize. I was an asshole."

"No need for that, you didn't bombed your best friends body parts off."

"But I over reacted."

"You think so?"

"Please, I'm serious."

"Me too."

"I feel bad for my behaviour."

"Good."

"Why are you such an asshole now?"

"Me? An asshole? Who freaked out?"

"I was confused and hurt and sad.I don't know, I didn't expect it to be you who did it."

"Do you really think I would be happy with that?"

"No."

"It hurt me to see you like that, I couldn't even look at youI still can't.I'm sorry but this is too much for me, goodbye.", he closed the door and left me behind, I felt the tears on my cheeks, I leaned my head against the door, I could still feel his presence behind the door, he stood there also crying.

But I left it this way, maybe it was better. I know what you will say, but for now it's probably the best.

But one week later I received a letter, it was Amoux, I wondered why he wrote a letter, he never does that, so I opened it.