Jeremike-You're Different than the others

Chapter 22: Pity and Pain

Jeremy's POV

I felt something warm press against my forehead, making me a bit pleased. Soon whatever was there broke away, leaving me with only the void that I was in right now. I wasn't dreaming, that was for sure but I was still resting. It was an odd feeling. Soon I felt the void I was in grow darker and more alluring; I was falling deeper into sleep.

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Soon I awoke my slumber, feeling the sting of wounds and a headache from my crying. At first my surroundings were unfamiliar, making my heart begin to speed up. That's when the events of a few hours before came rushing into my mind like a blur; my dad being home, running from Mike, waking up after passing out, Mike finding out. The last thought echoed into my mind, making me start denying it. He couldn't have found out, could he? I gulped, knowing that so many questions would have to be answered once Mike came home. Instinctively, I looked at the small clock on Mike's dresser that was across the room. I was out for about nine hours, making so that it was around 4:30 pm. I glanced around Mike's room, noting how messy it was. He had a few books scattered around, but they looked as if they hadn't been touched in years. There weren't many clothes on the floor but all of his dresser drawers were open with the many articles of clothing hanging from them. It basically looked like a tornado had come through and it decided to pay Mike's room a few more visits. Mike also had a desk in the corner of the room near the window. It had papers scattered all over it, similar to the desk at work. A notebook lay in the middle of it, as if Mike used it a lot, he also had a pencil case filled with hundreds of pens, pencils, and a few colored pencils. Odd, Mike never struck as the one who would write a lot. That or he drew a lot, which I highly doubted due to him saying he sucked at it.

I got off of Mike's bed, making the dark blue blankets on his bed drag a bit until my legs were fully off the mattress. I felt a head rush come from laying down for a long amount of time and it was adding onto the headache I already had. A groan escaped my mouth while my hand instinctively moved up to hold my pounding head. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, touching the fuzzy carpeting of the room. I stood up, my legs feeling a bit weak from them not being used in the last few hours. A few minutes later I regained the feeling in my legs along with my balance and soon I walked out of the room, trying to find my way around the new surroundings. Some light filtered into the hallway I was currently in, it was very weak so it barely helped me in seeing. I felt my vision begin to blur a tad. The ONE time I don't have my glasses, and my vision decides to fail on me!

I felt panic being to rise up in my chest; my breaths began short and fast. I was currently in a house that I didn't know the way around and Mike wouldn't be home for a few hours. I stumbled over a few things, eventually finding my way to the only room that was familiar: the kitchen. I could make out the very blurry shapes of the table and counters. I of course walked right into one, a wave of pain shoot through my abdomen. My breath was pushed out of my lungs, making me gasp. A few whines of pain echoed through the house. My heart was pounding, a panic attack on its way if I didn't do something soon. I walked a few more feet before feeling my steeps stop due to something halting them, then the ground give away. I felt air being forced out of my chest, along with a searing pain throughout my body. The crash of a body hitting the floor and something shattering echoed throughout the room. I turned my head around to see that my leg had gotten tangled up in a chord that was on the floor. Curse Mike and his house. I felt the edges of my vision begin to turn black, the heavy weight of fatigue taking over my body. I was recovering from the fall but I could still feel a sharp pain coming from my chest and my arm. They must have broken the fall. I tried to adjust my arm a bit but failed. Sleep was overtaking me and right now I decided to just see what would happen when I woke up. Before I drifted off I could feel something sharp in my arm.