The Other Side

Chapter 11: Mitch

     I did it! You idiot, he's going to kill you! You weren't supposed to actually do it!  Mitch looked down at Hoy. He had an unreadable expression on his face. Is he mad. Probably! You pushed him! Mitch felt like his face drained of all colour, a wave of nausea sweep over him. He turned his gaze from the blonde and ran to a corner of the room where luckily a garbage can sat. He knelt down and emptied the contents of his stomach. He felt a hand rub between his shoulder blades. He turned his head just slightly so he could see Hoy. The nausea came back. Round two. "I-I'm so sorry." Mitch managed to mumble,flipping over to lean his head on the wall.

     "Don't be sorry about the fight thing, be sorry that I have to clean this up." The blonde said with a look of disgust. Mitch watched as the other picked up the garbage can and threw it into the dumpster in the hallway. "Well, obviously you are not going to fight again today. I don't want to do that again. So let's get back home." Home. That word again, this is not home. The Rezmence place wasn't really home either. "Coming Grey pants?" Mitch was ripped from his thoughts by Hoy already standing in the door frame. He got up, dizziness wrapped around him. He tried to balance himself but ended up falling over anyways.

     "Uh Hoy?" Mitch was about to explain what happened but the taller boy was already on his way. He groaned.

     "Pathetic." He said under his breath. He pulled Mitch's arm and pulled him up. "I am NOT carrying you again." The walked back to his house, Hoy never letting go. 

     When they got through the door, he was put on the couch. Mitch fought to keep his heavy eyes open. Until he gave up and drifted to sleep. 

     "HEY WAKE UP!"  A familiar voice screamed. Mitch's eyes shot open.

     "Kirstin?"

     "No, it is your imaginary friend. Of course is Kirstin!" Mitch giggled. "You've been gone for a while. We thought you died in battle." His face became serious again. After a short pause she spoke again. "Nobody has really missed you."

     "Kirstin, stop." Mitch said in a small voice.

     "I don't blame them, you weren't that important to anyone really."

     "Kirsten, please." Mitch's warning tone made her look over, but not stop.

     "You are nothing. Who could miss someone like you? You are better off being dead, Mitch."

     "Kirstin, I said St-... you call me Mitchell. This... this isn't real. I'm dreaming."

     "Think about it, who has ever helped you? Did anyone save you in battle? They saw you in trouble, they just didn't care."

     "I know, goodbye Kirstin." 

     Mitch shot up. His body wet with sweat and his eyes heavy from crying. He was in his couch-bed again. Hoy must have carried me up. 

     "Who's Kirstin?" The small boy turned his head towards the actual bed. On it was Hoy, laying on his stomach, facing him. Feet swinging in the air. "You talk in your sleep by the way." Mitch thought about telling him. Nobody cares about you. You're better off dead, Mitch. This is not a subject he likes.

     "Thank you for bringing me up." He decided to change the subject. It was a good attempt, but Hoy wasn't stupid.

     "Don't even try to change the subject, Rezmence. Who's Kirstin?" He knows now that it is a sensitive subject, my weak point. Dam it! Find his. Think, think. The book! 'Patron never show mercy, kill on sight.'. Bingo!