Foxy's POV
Talk about a close encounter...
'Watch everything around collaspe is all you can do...'
I rubbed my forehead. Sweating like a pig. My hands were shaking. My breath is shaky, aswell. Don't I have PTSD?! Fuck... The memories. "Foxy... Dude, what the fuck, why are you falling?!" "I have PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder!"
'3... 2... 1...'
And I passed out...
{FLASHBACK}
'It's time...'
Time? Time for wha....
I was cut off by Foxy taking control.
WHOA! FUCK!
Right about now, Garrett was asleep. Foxy headed to the kitchen. He grabbed a knife. He crept back upstairs... to my room. I heard glass break, but what could I do about it?I'm out of order pretty much. Foxy stood over Garrett. On the inside, I was crying.
Please... don't...
'He's so peacful...'
He digged the knife into Garrett's chest. He woke up from the pain. "OW!!!! FUCKING SHIT!!!!" Foxy ignored him and dug it deeper... deeper and deeper... and Garrett's blood just kept spewing up.
'Okay, I'm done, he'll bleed out...'
I was just crying. Not even sobbing, crying. Once Foxy gave me control, I hugged Garrett, knowing these are my last moments with him. "Flynn... don't let Foxy get to you," he hugged me back, "I love you..." And then... he bled out. As that happened, I heard a gunshot. I saw a man in a jumpsuit with a ski mask on. I know he meant to shoot me, but missed. I ran at him, zigzagging so he couldn't blow my brains against the wall. My sister should be awake now, but if I'm lucky, he didn't kill her. I love her too much. Same as I loved Garrett. Anyway, I took the man's gun and pointed it at his head. He held his hands up. Fucker. I hit him in the head with his gay little pisstol(get it? sorry, this was headed for a dark turn). I hit him with it repeatedly, giving him no mercy. I saw the blood bubbling out his head. I loved it. The rush. The feel. In general, it was amazing. I got through his skin, and saw a little of his skull. I didn't stop, though. I kept hitting him against his head. Once I saw his skull crack, I stopped. I threw the pisstol at his head again. I ran to my sister's room. She was under her blanket, probably balled up. I ran over to her, taking the blanket off her. Yes, she was in a ball, trembling with fear. "Miranda, it's okay, it's me, Flynn." She peeked through one eye. Once she saw me, she wrapped her arms around my neck, ignoring I have blood all over me. I hugged my little counterpart back, knowing we were both terrified.
'Don't worry, I won't be back for about a few months, I need some rest.'
Fuck you...
LET'S FORWARD 37 MINUTES AHEAD, SHALL WE?
"Well, we can't arrest you for defending yourself, from the looks of it, the man stabbed your friend, saw you walk in, started to fire, and the rest is self explanatory." Officer Anderson explained.
'Flynn? Flynn?'
What?!
'Flynn, look I know you think your making this up, but you're not, It's me, Garrett, my spirit has decided to follow you and shit!'
I'm not digging the idea of my dead best friend's spirit following me around...
'Well too bad, cuz I am.'
Fuck...
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