Summer of '04(Under Construction)

Chapter 4 - Dont you remember me?

I was home for 30 minutes, before my mind blanked and I spontaneously did something. I got in my car and immediately drove an hour to Ipswich. I was going to see Farraday, even if he abandoned me, I would still go see him. I had 1 option left, and that was him.

I arrived at The Ipswich Institute of Technology, one college I dreamed of going to at 14, but at 15 calling it a never. I knew what room farraday was in, knocked on his door, and awaited.

"Hello?" His roommate asked, to which I responded,
"Is Curt here?"
"Yeah who are you?"
"Don't you remember me? It's Davey, Davey Armstrong?"
I hear him yell to Farraday, then I hear soft footsteps approach the door as a man about my height appears and raises his eyebrow.
"Dude, I need your help, we have a real issue here, and I don't know if I can do it alone."
He frowns, "What do you need?"
"Mackey is back, and I think he's gonna kill me in 2 days."
He closes the door behind himself, "You're kidding, right?
"Nope, footprints in the attic, blood circles on my calendar, he's coming back."
"He's not and I know he isn't. He's 60 by now, even if he tried, he couldn't hurt you."
"I know he's here, I'm fucking telling you."
"Dude, it's been 20 years, stop. You are going insane."
"Yes, I am, but for the right reason."

WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME? IM RIGHT HERE. Last time you called me insane, I was right. Don't you remember? God why are you like everyone else?

"You know where you should be? A psychiatric ward, there's one a couple streets down." He smiled, something I hate to see. God why does he think he's always right?

"Please, I'm desperate here, you gotta help me man." Goddamnit I sound like a drug addict.

"Last time I helped you, I almost got arrested, murdered, and grounded."
He's always onto some rant about being perfect, God why are you my last chance.

"When I go missing, you'll regret this."
There I go again. Going all "You'll regret this" Ugh, why do I always do this? I need to start preparing, not begging.

"Goodnight Davey, good luck."

Yeah that's what they all say before I'm murdered. Well this was no help, and I have 2 choices, go ask Nikki, or just prepare.
You know what? I have nothing to lose.

I found out that Nikki moved back here, she lives in the same town as me, even if it's a bit traumatizing. I drove another hour and knocked on her door, oh god I'm scared.

"Hello?" A sweet blonde girl a bit older than me appeared at the doorway, only for her eyes to widen, and for her to smile. "Davey?"

I am immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia, and Nikki, as she hugs me. "H-hey how have you been?" I'm just hoping that she believes me damnit.

"Good, missing you, thinking about the past, what about you?" Oh god I'm scared of what she's going to say.

"Mackey is back, I've gone insane, and my life is falling apart." Oh god that's probably alot to take in...

"Get in here, we need to talk." She pulled me into her apartment immediately and I almost fell over. She believes me, she just doesnt want to say it. You really think she believes you? God you won't make it far. Oh would you two stop? Ever since I started spiraling, I've noticed these 2 voices, ones very optimistic, ones very negative. This may be another thing that I'll have to ignore to survive. Like I have enough of those.

"Yeah, I've gotten these red x's on my calendar, that I know isn't ink. I noticed footprints on the ladder leading to my attic, and a couple of my items are moved." You're pathetic. She has to believe you.

"Oh god, you're kidding right? RIGHT?" She actually believes you? Dear god I thought she was sane. Yes! This is great! She seems to be at a middle ground. Anything I do or say could change that.

Ding!

The burner phone saw something. IT SAW SOMETHING. I check my burner phone only to see that man, the one I've hated all my life, walking about my home, deactivating cameras.

"ITS FUCKING MACKEY." I turn my phone to face the shocked woman in front of me, only for her to cry. Look what you've done. Is this what I made you for? You absolute jackass. Is she okay? Did I do something? What did I do? Guys, calm down.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry. I have too much going for me to lose myself for." Damn you useless woman, like I expected much out of you. This is okay, we wouldn't want to lose anyone else. GUYS ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT WE JUST CLEARLY SAW MACKEY??

Nope.
No.