꓄ꃅꍟ ꉓꃅꂦꌗꍟꈤ ꂦꈤꍟ // ρꫀꪻ ᦓꫀꪑꪖꪻꪖ᥅ꪗ;edited

Chapter 11 / Recovering From Near Death

    We rode for a while down the road, making sure I kept under the radar and avoided town right now. The pain was almost unbearable, and I felt exhausted. Completely drained of energy. The darkness still making sure I don't forget what almost happened to Clyde, making me see his death every time I closed my eyes. His screams bouncing off the walls of my brain. His face being torn apart and splattered at me.. And the laughter.. My God, the laughter. Gus's cold, dead, soulless eyes as he laughs at the sight of Clyde all shredded up from the bike. All of it.. makes me sick.

    I felt my eyes water, a sickening feeling started to rise. It started in the pit of my stomach, traveling up every time I re-saw his death. Every time I thought about what would have happened to Clyde, the feeling got worse. If I was a second late- Just a second. A half a second, he wouldn- He'd be-.. He'd be dead..

   I breathed heavily, screeching to a stop as I felt the pressure rise more. I unsteadily climbed off the bike, ignoring Clyde as he tried catching the bike out from under us. Almost tripping from the pressure I put on my leg as I made it off the bike, stumbling to the side of the road for cover by some trees close by.

   The feeling reached my throat, causing me to wretch out where I stood. As if trying to puke out all the horrors.. to bad it doesn't work like that. I heard Clyde make his way closer, feeling him come up beside me and messily pull my hair back for me. The tears I felt from earlier coming back and falling freely.

    I finally stopped, left feeling shaky as I breathed in deeply. I knew now was not the time to freak out, but after that.. I can't really think of a better time. I stopped my crying for the most part as I felt my hair slowly being let go of. I backed away from the area, turning as I stressfully paced away for a brief second. I stopped abruptly, bending over and resting my hands on my knees as so tried recomposing myself.

"H-..How?.. How did you know I was there? And how the hell did you know to come with knives? And my scarf?! I saw what you did! How the hell did you see my scarf...There's no way you could have noticed that!" He started off quiet, obviously scared and shocked, as grows increasingly loud with his words. I knew he was mad, Christ I would be too if I came as close to death as he just had. Well I sort of did, but not like him. I ignored him, turning away from him and limping pathetically the other way.

"Wait!" He rushed closer, hearing him stop as I stopped myself, leaning against a tree and carefully lowered myself to the grass below me. I looked at the road, opposite of him, not wanting to make eye contract with him as he slumps to the ground beside me.
".. I saw it.. In my dreams. That's how I've seen everything that's been going on." I mumbled, not sure if he'd believe me at this point.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Who dreams of watching people die!?" He yelled defensively. I grinned bitterly, looking elsewhere as I tried not to be disheartened. So they really won't believe..? Even after they face it? No. Clyde's different.. I'm sure he'll.. He has too..
"You remember when I said this town has secrets? Well, what I didn't tell you is that you already know about it. About Pet Sematary" The air shifted at the very mention of the place. A sharp jolt of pain coming from my leg, flinching from the pain. I strained, looking down at my leg. I gagged, averting my eyes for a second as my eyes caught glimpse of blood and puss that bubbled out from the wound.
"Shit! Your leg!" He cursed. He sprung forward from his spot and started to look over the wound, his face grimacing at the sight.
"It's fine." I hiss out painfully. He shook his head at me, looking at me in disbelief.
"We should get you to a hospital." He suggested worriedly. I shook my head frantically, pulling him back to the ground.
"NO!! It's not safe right now. The last thing I saw was you die- Nothing after that! I have no clue where It is right now. Shit! For all I know It could come running out of those woods any moment now! .. Although.. Maybe It thought we left town or something.. No, forget that. It knows I wouldn't leave Jeff, or my dad behind. Gus'll come after us, sooner or later.. Or draw me out.." I said trailing off at the end, talking to myself more than anything. He sighed agitatedly, staring at me for a long minute, his eyes averting to my leg before ultimately choosing to sit back down anyways. I look out in front of me, gazing at the road dejectedly. All this heart ache, sadness and grief I felt.. I miss you mom..