Everything Then Nothing

Chapter 7

One month. Eight days.

Mikes POV

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2006. Saturday December 17th.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

I yelled from terror. My eyes quivered and my hands formed a river of sweat. My body was shocked to the core. I felt like my spirit came back up from hell, and into my body again. The flames from below, the suffering... It reminded me of Henry. Well, what he had become now.

I keep having the same nightmare over and over again. About that night... I felt as if I was sucked into a black hole. I was helpless, doomed for my own good. I...

God I just needed some fresh air.

I walked outside, the winter taunted me as I walked through what I felt like were ruins of the North pole. The frosty air bit at my face, while I grabbed the newspaper from the driveway. I opened it up, and read. Town square event... Christmas... Yadda yadda yadda...

But the only thing that caught my eye, was about the police investigation... About Nintendo America... My body quivered as I read about it. It reminded me of everything AGAIN... I crunched the newspaper and threw it onto my lawn. My tears over coming me. I ran inside and cried by my front door.

I felt like a ship. Sailing down the thunderstorms and deadly seas. The rough waves and tough winds kept pushing me back. My tears were the waves, and my fear was the gusts of wind. I felt torn down and sank to be lost forever in the deep ocean world.

"Why do these memories keep coming back? Has life come to taunt me?"

I thought, my brain twisted and throbbed about the multiple unbearable thoughts in my head. The black hole feeling came back. Which, just made my pointless tears come back. Imagine if Henry could've seen me now... He would be laughing while watching. Seeing me as a weak target... He'll be able to rip me limb by limb before I even know it. Im lucky I even made it out alive.

I attempted to brush it off, but a sick feeling in my stomach formed. Like I was going to puke, but I wasn't. I got up to make myself some hot chocolate. The only thing that'll keep me sane for awhile. While the minutes went down, I watched TV. I avoided the news channel and decided to just watch some other things for the time being.

The knocking on the door snapped into my senses. I walked over and swung the door open. It was Jon. He immediately noticed my shaky body.

"Hey, Mike... You okay??"

Jon looked worried for me, he laid his hand on my shoulder as I looked at his other arm and back. I felt like I was melting in fear.

"Yea... Come in..."

I said trying hard to not sound like a stressed mess. Jon walked in, taking off his coat with some snow laying down on it, then his gloves, and then dusting off his shoes. I walked back to couch with a sad expression sprayed onto my face.

"So, hows it going lately?"

He said, trying to make some small talk.

"Good... Got some takeout last night... It was good."

I replied, walking to grab my hot chocolate, which was done.

"And about therapy?"

He continued, slouching back on my couch. I steadily walked with my drink as I sat down beside him. I put it down on the glass table in front of the couch, and then answered.

"Also pretty good."

I focused on the TV rather than Jon. The flashing screen lit up my face. We had some awkward silence until Jon decided to spark a conversation again. But it wasn't one I was happy with.

"Do you miss Martha?"

My head perked up in fear, my head turned to him slowly with a scared look on my face. Jon looked confused by my actions

"P- please... Don't r- remind me of h- her..."

I started to shake, even taking deep breaths didn't work. The ship feeling returned to me.

Her.

She's the last thing I've ever wanted to be reminded of. She was a nice person. She was who I WANTED to be. To have confidence, to have a cheery smile, to look on the bright side of things. She was the second one who talked to me first. All those memories of her just flooding my brain alone hurts me.

I felt like I was about to crack.

Jon then pulled me in for a hug, feeling remorseful about it. Even though he shouldn't. Im such a fucking loser... I always used to be the person who wasn't scared of anything. Now look at my cowardly ass, I can't even think about a lifeless cat without breaking down into tears.

"I'm sorry Mike..."

He said, teary-eyed. Feeling really bad about it. I looked at him and pulled him away.

"No... I should be the one apologizing..."

I replied, feeling remorseful about it aswell. My shaking body contained my fear. Jon just looked at the flashing TV screen and my face. Then he got up.

"I'll just... Leave... Bye Mike..."

Jon already had put on his coat and gloves by the time he said that. And then quickly put on his shoes and left, before I could get to say something, I could hear his car growl then roar, then he drove off in the snowy road. I pulled my hair and immediately ran to my room. I threw myself on my bed and broke down into tears. Why the fuck did I do that?! Now he feels bad about what he did! Even though he didn't do anything!

Hes the only one I have. If i lose him, then only death will await me. I can already hear hell calling.