patrick and henry (after the accident)

chapt 8 - psycho

Patrick stood there, a cold pack on his cheek, whilst he watched the stressed boy kicking the wall. He was surprised henry hadn't busted through it by now. "You're stupid, y'know that... a real psychopath, " henry muttered, glaring over at Patrick. He still had a smile engraved on his face. "Happy at what you did, huh?". Patrick was, of course, glad at what he'd done. Henry stopped. He walked over to the beat-up boy. "Let's never talk about this again, ok?". Patrick didn't say anything, nor did he nod.

After a while, the two boys found themselves in the living room just staring at each other. No TV, no talking, nothing. The air was cold. Nothing really happened for a moment. "Why'd you f!ckin do it?" Henry swore, the bitterness remained in his voice. "I don't know," patrick said dully, and it was true. He didn't know why. "So what do you want to do?". "Forget," henry said bluntly. Patrick bit his tongue. That answer didn't please him. But if henry had answered yes, that also wouldn't have pleased him either. He wanted something more, but he didn't know what. "How about no," the psycho chuckled. That didn't please the other boy. Henry slammed his fists against the headboard of the sofa and leaned closer to Patrick. This amused Patrick even though henry was raging. "How about you shove your stupid a$$ smarta$$ words up for-". The taller boy shushed the blonde as he let out a sinister laugh, leaving a creepy smile behind. "Just admit it, you don't want to forget and don't have to,". This made henry even more annoyed. He didn't want to remember. But... in the midst of it all a little, VERY SMALL, part of him wanted it to last. Of course, he ignored that part even if it burned him inside.

Cutting their quarrel short, the phone rang. Henry sighed, giving Patrick one more glare to tell him to be quiet. He picked it up. "Hello," he said, running his hand through his hair, pretending to ignore the fact patrick was staring at him, not blinking once. Henry's face heated up as he felt the others stare sink in on him. That soon faded as he heard the voice of the person on the other line. That is if it is a person. "Hello Henry," it giggled. He took a few steps back in horror. "I know what you did too your dad, and I'm not happy you didn't invite me. I wanted to rip out his flesh, peel ever layer off, and let his blood pore out onto his dainty little carpet. But you boys went with another plan. Maybe we can try again, but this time with you. " His voice darkened on the you, which made henry slam the phone down in terror. The fear consumed him and made his skin crawl. "Henry, you look like you a dead body. You're so pale," patrick described, walking over to the boy. Henry said nothing. Both boys could feel the room becoming thick. Then they heard the scratching from outside the house. Then the giggling started. "It's here. It called us." He choked out. Patrick grabbed his hand in surprise, dragging him away from the windows and door. Then it went quiet. A red balloon popped out of nowhere and landed in front of the window. "Closet. Now," he informed. Soon, both boys were sprinting their way over to the closet. Hearts pounding in her chests. The glass could be heardshatteting behind them, and the terrifying screech filled the house. "RUN boys RUN," it yelled. Each and every one of its limbs could be heard snapping, the bones bulging out of place as its head spun around like a record. Then it ran.

Patrick slammed the door shut. A smile was painted on his face from both excitement and fear. It was like a horror movie but at the same time not. It was like a game but also a joke. That wasn't up for debate as Henry dragged him into the closet. He took the metal bar that hung his clothes off and gouged it between the door so it was locked. Then he pushed his body back and sat beside Patrick. He noticed how his friend stared off into space, the unknown wrapping itself around him. All he could do was feel scared. So, in that moment, Henry did something he never imagined he would do. He lifted up Patrick's arm and nestled his head down on his friends chest. Slowly, he drifted off into comfort, letting tears dribble down his face. With this shocking interaction, Patrick left his trance. He watched the anger run dry from the boy. His smile soon spread further, and he chuckled quietly to himself. "Knew it," was all he could say. They both knew that the demonic creature still roomed about out there, but they didn't care less. If that thing wanted to kill the, them then it would have to fight them.

It bashed against the door, leading it to fly across the room, hitting the wall. Now it was in Henry's room. It lay eyes on the room, looking at every inch of it to spot any inconsistencies. None. It charged for the bathroom, digging its millions of teeth into the wood, creating a large hole. It popped its head through it. Nobody was found in there. A growl of annoyance made its way up its throat, rage gathered within it. The closet. It snapped its head round, a grin emerging on its face. Bingo. But it didn't take action. "Oh, little boys, games are fun when they last longer, isn't that right," it said. Patrick could hear it. An unpleasant feel came to precent. If onoy he could go out there and squash it. But he couldn't. Henry was there. He felt needed to stay. No, that's ridiculous. He wanted to stay! But... no, he wanted to. The chuckle that it made made his stomach turn."We'll play lots of more games, patrick, before you come to float. Games that will make your buddy come yk float with us, too. Soon, all of Derry will float with us." With that, it stormed out the way it came. The pop of the balloon could be heard, which made both boys sigh in relief. "Back to the conversation," patrick started but was stopped as Henry kicked him. "We talk about it, and you're dead," he muttered. Henry still lay there, the sound of Patrick's hear beat ringing in his ear. "Just to be safe, we'll stay here," he said, dozing off as the reality of time sunk back into him. Patrick noddednthough he knew that Henrh couldn't see. Both boys sat there enjoying the time they had before their cycle went back into sync.

Word count 1148, I'm back Pookies!!!! 😘