I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 9- Something new?

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Okay so last chapter really sucked because I rushed it, you can obviously point out all the mistakes and it was really short and choppy and it was kinda confusing, so sorry about that. Also, sorry for being so slow on updates and shit. With school and everything going on, plus writers block, I've been having some issues getting this chapter out. But I took my time on this, adding a lot of detail and stuff xD

Also I want to thank you for the comments you leave and the reads and all the votes! I love to see your feedback and reactions, and it means so much to me!
Again, sorry to my ladies, gents, and non-binary beauties,
but as they say...

The show must go on...
So without further ado!!
Chapter 9~

(Mikes POV)

I trembled as my body shifted uncomfortably on the dirty, cold cement floor and watched the smaller figure stare intently at the bigger one in front of him. Finally becoming only slightly aware of my surroundings, I glanced from side to side. It was dark with only a little light shining on the far side of the room under the chair that still held the victim, I felt myself shudder in disgust. Another light source was the fact that Jeremy's eyes glowed a tiny bit. Other than that, it was pretty dark. Especially in the corners. It looked as if there was a black hole. I blinked hard in the figures direction. They were talking to each other but I couldn't make out what they where saying. Their words rung in my ears. The room seemed to spin and I held my chest, gripping the loose, wrinkled fabric on my work shirt with a shaky hand. My lungs burned slightly with every sharp breath I took in. I slowly take in small amounts of air trying to control my breath. I let out a small sighed in discomfort as I leaned my aching head against the cold wall, the temperature giving some sort of relief, as I rubbed my neck awkwardly. The position I was in was very uncomfortable. I shifted my legs up and against my chest, and my hands stayed hovering slightly above the ground.

I, Mike Schmidt, am disappointed in myself for not fighting back when that weak little kid pinned me down and took advantage of me at least several times, which I still don't understand how he does it, and for not standing up now and helping Vincent! 
After a couple minutes of regaining some strength in my legs, I forced myself to my feet with a grunt, having to grab the wall for support. A sharp pain went all throughout my body as I struggled to keep my knees steady. The metallic smell of rust from the half-dried blood was making me even more dizzy than I already am. I glanced down at my feet,making sure they are firmly on the ground. I take a deep breath through my mouth and let it out through my nose.
Okay....okay, okay, calm the fuck down. I can handle this. I can handle a psychopathic murderer who has a sexual obsession with me and almost technically raped me....yeah I can handle this.