Bloodbath [Inanimate Insanity Fanfic]

Chapter Ten

Day Ten (cont.)

Hurt yourself. Do away with yourself. Harm yourself. Cut yourself. Starve yourself. Nobody should care about you. Especially him.

..This is getting ridiculous. My second nightmare. Why am I panicking about this? 

Balloon has had more nightmares than me, and he never complained. 

So why are they bugging me?

{yawning} 

Crap. He's waking up now. 

Balloon stretched a little. "Hi, Taco. Are you feeling better now?" 

Yes, physically.

I nodded, faking a smile. 

"Yes, I feel much better now." Please don't question it. 

He tipped his head. "Are you sure?" 

Obviously, now shut it.

"Yes, I'm very sure. No complaints from me."

{sigh of relief}

"That's good." 

{rummaging} 

Huh? What is he doing?

{grunt}

 "Hey, Taco?"

"What is it, Balloon?"
{fridge door opens} 

"I think we're a bit low on food." 

Maybe that's just you.

"Are you sure about that? It could only be you." 

{gasp} 

His eyes widened.

"Huh? That's not true!" 

You don't have to lie to me.

I shrugged. "If you say so.." 

Balloon rolled his eyes, grabbing two bowls of macaroni and cheese. {door closes} 

He walked back near the cots.

"You want one? I mean, if you're hungry." 

It's lunch time, right? I actually have no idea. Nor do I care.

But it doesn't even matter. "Thanks but no thanks Balloon. Like I said before: I already ate."

"But --" he stammered.

"No." I frowned at him, and he lowered his head. "O-Okay." 

{unwrapping} {rustle} {beeping} 

"Um, if you ever change your mind, the bowl will still be here." 

That will never happen. Nice try, Balloon.

{beep} Why is the aroma of macaroni and cheese so..tasteful? 

{stick} {munch} 

Judging by the look on Balloon's face, it was probably really good.

He glanced at me as he ate. 

You don't need to look at me while you eat. It's embarrassing.

"You're all red, Taco. You okay?" 

Yes, so stop asking me! 

{snap!} "..I want to be left alone. For now at least. Could you leave me in peace?" 

I don't know what else to say.

Balloon smiled again. "..Thank you for being clear this time."

{munching}

..?

What the--?! 

Is Balloon getting sick?

He dropped the half-empty bowl. "I think I'm going to vomit.." ??

I searched through my backpack. "Here's my trash can if you need it." {happy sigh}

"Thank you, Taco! I didn't say I was going to vomit, though." ..Oops.

Balloon smiled at my blushing face. "Thanks anyway."

Uh -

{yawn} 

"I'm feeling a bit sleepy.."

!!

{toss} "If you ever want the other bowl, it's in the mini fridge." 

No thank you.

"Thanks Balloon. I guess." 

{chuckle} 

"No problem." 

{rustling}

 "I'm just going to rest for a few more hours. Don't wake me up unless something happens." 

That's the last thing I'd do.

{sigh} 

Do not cry.

"Why..?"

{facepalm}

"I don't feel like doing anything after eating except sleeping."

I don't think sleeping on a full stomach isn't a good idea either, but whatever.

"Oh, okay then. Uh, good--"

"Wait. Taco, are you crying?" 

What?! No! Just go to sleep already! Geez..

I shook my head. "No, of course not. Have a good nap."

He raised an eyebrow, then slammed against the pillow. 

..Balloon's really knocked out, huh.

Hopefully he won't wake up while I "cut to the chase."

I grabbed the knife hidden in my backpack and firmly scraped its blade against my arms.