You Shouldn't Have Done That(A Ben Drowned Fan-fic)

Chapter 5

-Painful Memories-

Ben POV:
I tumble out of the t.v screen and land on my back. I got up, brushing the dirt from my pants. I huff and fix my Zelda beanie. I mutter incoherent words as I trudge into the kitchen, bitterly. I pull a can of monster from the fridge and gulp it down. Jeff walks in "hey Benny boy, what's up?!" I growl and throw the can at him. He catches it before it could connect with his face. He glared at me, "what was that for? Usually you are the happy go lucky obnoxious jokester and I'm the frustrated one." I bit down on my cheek and glared back. He gave me a slight chuckle and leaped over the counter."penny for your thoughts?" I growled amd looked away, "I-I couldn't kill her..." He gasped, "but you have never had a problem killing anyone!" I hissed under my breath amd trudged up the stairs. "I'm going to bed." He laughed, "ok Oscar the Grouch." I snapped a menacing glare at him. He just laughed maniacally and pulled out his knife from the counter drawer. "Well I'm going hunting, would you like me to kill her for ya? Hmm?" I mutered curses and threw my head back in frustration. I sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling, "fine. Whatever, I can't do it so you might as well." He chuckled ok, well I'm going to be out all night and all day, I'll kill her when she gets out of school, that will leave me enough time to get in a good fifty people, hopefully." I nodded and slumped my way up the stairs. I push my door open, letting it hit the wall. I fell into my bed and soon found sleep consuming me.

I walk through a strange meadow. It seems all too familiar but I can't put my fingure on it. I look off into a peculiar direction. I hesitatnly take a step towards it. Why does this seem so familiar. I started walking in that direction. Soon, I came to a narrow path in the woods. I hear kids screaming with joy and running around. I ignore it and keep walking. I came across a river bed. Curiously, I walked towards it. I lost my footing and fell in. The current pulled me into the deep end. I started freaking out. I can't swim! Soon enough I found myself drowning. Why does this seem so familiar? I scream for help. I keep gurgling and choking on water. I keep going down but try my damndest to keep myself up. Nothing seems to help. Soon I find myself to tired to keep fighting. I give in and start to sink. Just when I thought all hope was lost a tiny hand reaches out for mine. It can't reach me. A body comes under the water and see a little girl. She looked to be the age of five. She tried her hardest to swim further towards me, but she couldn't do it. Then, to my surprise she did it! She grabbed a hold of my hand and hoisted me onto her back. How could a girl so little carry someone my height and weight to safety? I don't know how she managed but she finally got me to land. I coughed up water, as did she. How? This little girl saved me. But how? And why does it seem so familiar. She said something, but I couldn't hear it. "I'm sorry I can't hear you, can you repeat that?" She frowned, "I said are you ok?" I nodded. She heaved a sigh of relief. I looked at her, confusion swarming my mind, "do I know you?" She giggled, "oh Ben. Figures you don't remember." I furrowed my eyebrows. She smiled warmly, "It's me Gene. When we were five I was playing with my friends in the woods. I came upon this river and saw you drowning. I saved you and after that we became best friends. I was your only friend, and you were the only friend I cared about. We did everything together. Then seven years later this happened. She pointed behind me. The woods were gone. We were at a lake now. I saw me laying on a beach towel and two boys came up and started talking to me. I remember them. Theyvl were my cousins. "The day I died..." she frowned, when I found out you died..." she paused and looked down at her feet, "....I was devistated. I cried and threw fits for weeks. Finally I shut myself out from the world. I didn't say anything to anyone...here, I'll just show you what happened...." she clasped her hands together and we were now in my old school. There she was, walking down the hall. Her head was facing the floor. She didn't look up at anyone. Students were whispering about her and I. They talked about my death and how she wasn't the same after. My heart panged. One boy through a wadd of paper at her. "Miss your boyfriend? Too bad he died. No one cares, you should just move on." Young Gene looked at me, "for some reason after you died people found the urge to pick on me. I never payed them any mind though. I lost all hope in the world. I was alone. All I could think about was my best friend. I thought I'd never see you again. The pain was devistating. Finally my parents couldn't handle it anymore and brought me to this therapy place." She clapped her hands again and we were in a therapist's office. "He wasn't any ordinary therapist," she said, "he specialized in hypnotizing. People with addictions come here to be hypnotized into not doing it anymore. Strange I know but it's true." A guy and a young 12 year old girl walked into the room and he closed the door behind him. The girl was Gene. I watched as he had her close her eyes. I didn't understand what he was doing but she was put to a deep sleep, yet she was still conscious. He whispered into her ear. All I could make out was "Ben. Never. Real. You don't know. Ben. Existed. Wake. Up. Remember. Nothing."

"What is he saying?"

"He's making me forget your existance."

At those words everything around us disappeared. It was all white. She grabbed my hand, "yesterday you asked me why you couldn't kill me. It's because deep down, you still remembered your best friend. But you know...you always thought of her as more than that...you loved her. After all, who could kill their best friend...the woman the love? And now Jeff is gonna kill me. Do you even care? After everything we've been through together, can you really sit back and let that happen?" I gasped. All the memories came back right after she said that. All the memories came rushing back. It was too much. I fell to the floor, grasping my head. I pulled at my hair. What the hell is happening!?

I leaped from my bed. I have to save Gene. I checked the time. Shit! She's already home! I have to stop Jeff! I pulled out my phone and texted her.

Quick set your phone on the floor and leave the screen on! Hurry!