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An eerie feeling washes over me when I get out of the car. Something is wrong, I realize quickly. After many incidents in my life of things not going right, I've learned to recognize the feeling. All wrong. Things are suddenly all wrong.
Being careful, I make my way to the front of the store and open the shop without making any sound. Stealth is also something I've learned. I make sure to watch my feet and not run into anything that's laying around. Believe me, Dan and Phil have many things just thrown around. Sometimes it's hard to believe that they actually run a shop, where people come in and buy things.
The back part of the store is slightly cracked open. Tiptoeing over, I press my ear against the wall and listen closely. Their tones sound strained, I can tell they're struggling not to scream at each other.
"We have to tell him," Dan says in a hushed voice. Good thing I entered the shop quietly. I eavesdrop on Dan and Phil's conversation easily, even though their voices are barely understandable. "Phil, people are dying out there and it's because of Cry. Why can't you wrap your head around that? What those two have done..."
"He could go crazy again. Cry could kill himself, and then what would we do? I don't want him to die. He's not a bad person, and neither is Felix. It's obvious that he's seen a lot in his life, and he can't pull away from that. What if we were in that situation? You're Cry, and I'm Felix." There is a sound of papers rustling. Dan makes a loud huffing noise, obviously uneasy at the comparison that Phil made. I inch closer to the back room, trying to get a look at the piece of paper Dan is holding up.
"Do you see this? It's fucking ridiculous. A woman was killed and on the wall, the blood Phil. Can you fucking read? I don't care if you compare our relationship to theirs. We aren't anything like them. People who are in love, that isn't them. Love isn't that way." Dan shakes the paper back and forth until Phil snatches it away. Both are fuming. If I had a view, I think I'd see steam coming out of their ears.
Dan takes a deep breath and continues.
"It says come home Cry. Who else do you know who lived in Florida, and is named Cry? We have to tell Felix. He can fix this. If Felix can fix Cry, he can fix anything. Why don't you understand?" I jump when Dan raises his voice and yells at Phil. Phil yelps and Dan full out screams, nearly jumping into Phil's lap. Both knock each other over, so they're on top of each other in a huge messy pile. "Holy shit! Felix, we didn't know you would be coming so soon... um..." I snatch the paper away from Phil before he can resist. A sinking feeling opens up inside of me as I read the text on the page.
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DISTURBING MURDER IN QUIET TOWN
"Come home, Cry."
A young woman was killed yesterday. Her body was badly mutilated and cut up. Obviously, she was very beaten when she was found in a largely public square. She has blonde hair and green eyes, but she was so messed up that authorities are unable to tell who the person is. It is unknown who Cry is, as well. Or the motives of the person who killed this woman. Perhaps to bring a loved one home? Or draw back a ghost to the town. It has been asked around who Cry is, but many refuse to speak. Who is this man? Is he a person, or just a abstract idea? A curfew has been set. Anyone outside after 10:00 will be taken into custody. Please be safe, everyone!
And...
Cry, if you're reading this... whoever you are, come home.
We need you back here.
There are many threats popping up. Mysterious things have began happening, and people are disappearing from school. Many people have simply went away, the police are investigating these disappearances but are coming up with nothing.
If a man with a silly name of Cry can fix this, it would be much appreciated.
Come home, Cry!
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My hands are shaking so bad I drop the paper. Dan and Phil start spouting a bunch of excuses, but I hold up my hand. They are immediately quiet. An eerie quiet descends over me and all my surrounding. All wrong. Things always have to be wrong, all wrong, and I don't know why.
He's going to freak out. This will destroy him once and for all. A sense of security slowly starts creeping in, and suddenly it's going to destroy him. And not only him, really. Something starts ripping inside me as well. That girl in the picture is Kenzie, from school and a technical part of the Late Night Crew. She's dead, and it's not really Cry's fault. It's my own fault, for convincing them to come here.
(i cant do this i cant do this i cant tell him)
"Oh my God. What am I going to do?" My legs collapse under my weight. I find myself suddenly very close to the floor when I wasn't before. No parts of my body are functioning because I'm shaking so badly. "I can't tell him. Oh no, oh no.... no, no, no..." Dan and Phil try and comfort me, but I pick up the newspaper clipping and run away from them. Out of the shop, and into the car. On the way I almost trip and fall but manage to regain my balance. Snow crunches under my feet as I slam the car door as hard as I can.
(what do i do what do i do)
The car doesn't start for a second, and it scares the shit out of me. Another thing that's going wrong. Fate wants us to die.
Something, out there, wants us to die. Now I'm understanding Cry more, because I'm not exactly sure if I should be fighting it. If there's a higher force out there, like the stories I was told... the stars. The stars want us dead. The sun starts to set, and they'll be out soon. I realize that I'm not breathing and take a gasp of air.
Dan and Phil are watching me. They obviously don't know what to do. Dan is yelling at me to stop the car and Phil is just staring at the ground, letting him yell and scream. I start the car and start speeding up the road that will take me home. Somewhere, someone is laughing at my misery. I can feel it, almost like the feeling of the fierce wrongness that haunts my whole life.
About thirty minutes in, Nate walks into the road. He looks at me, nonchalant, as I scream and slam on the brakes. Does Nate just have a habit of doing dangerous things around cars? He smiles and motions for me to unlock the doors so he can get in. Even though my face is red, my eyes are puffy, and I'm obviously upset... I let him in.
"Hey! How-" He sees my face and stops talking. "Shit. What happened? What did Cry do?" I shake my head, astounded he'd blame his own brother so readily. I take the crumpled newspaper clipping and shove it into his hands. He takes it and smooths it out with a thoughtful expression.
"It's not him," I say. My voice sounds dead. I feel dead on the inside, like everything inside me has been sucked up and spat out so many times... everything that made me into who I am, it's all jumbled. "It's me this time. I did this. I did something wrong." Nate's expression goes from curious, to fearful, to downright horrified.
"No..." He puts his hands in his hands. "We have to go back."
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In The Stars - (PewDieCry)
FanfictionOn that night I swear I could see the stars in his eyes. They were so bright, curious, magical, beautiful, amazing. I could have come up with a million adjectives to describe him and never manage to find the right one. I wonder... does he see the st...
