Leave Me Alone [H2OVanoss]

• 27 - Cartoons

Jonathan P.O.V

"L-Luke?"
"Well. It's Cartoonz now." He replied, sounding exactly the same. Goosebumps appeared all over my arms and legs just hearing him talk.
"B-but you're dead!?" I asked, my voice breaking a little.
"Yes Jonathan. But I'm still real to you." My hand went forward a little more, phasing straight through him. He gave me a sympathetic look as he stepped backwards.
"What's going on?" My eyes teared a little, seeing him after so long apart.
"I'm part of the underworld now. I'm a part of you." He seemed so calm, only making me more on edge.

"So you're like Delirious?"
"Yes, but the good side." I didn't realise a tear had rolled down my face until he wiped it away for me, his hand able to touch my face.
"What happened to you? Why did you die?" I asked, my voice shaky.
"Jonathan I-" he sighed. "I was diagnosed with an incurable disease, and a week after it started it was already over. It shut down my organs one by one until my throat closed up and I passed away." He looked away from me.
"Why did nobody call me? My dad could have helped make a cure! I could have helped!" My voice became louder with every word.
"You had moved on. There wasn't a cure anyway. Your dad couldn't have helped. Nobody could." His voice calmed me a little, but also made me upset.
"You can't just give up! This isn't the end!" I cried.

He grabbed my flailing hand with both of his and cupped it protectively. "Jonathan, please just understand. You have to get over the past, we can't change it." His hands slowly let go of mine and I sank to the floor, covering my face. This can't be real. This isn't real. I stayed there for a while, quietly sobbing to myself. I heard the sound of shuffling feet around me for a while, then everything went quiet. I didn't want to look up, but eventually I did. 'Cartoons' had gone, as well as Delirious. I slowly removed my hands from the sides of my face and used them to get up. I looked around the room, taking in all the differences.

All of the papers that were once scattered along the floor were now arranged into piles back on the tables and shelves. A smile came to my face as I wiped away my tears. Everything was back to normal. The door was even fixed. I walked over to my dad's desk, which had the folder 'Itherstanise' on it. I opened it up and looked through, seeing all the files inside. I picked it up and wrapped both my arms around it. "Thanks Cartoons." I mumbled, hoping he would hear. I walked over to the door to open it, someone on the other side shaking the door handle. My dad was back. I panicked and ran back over to his desk, diving under the table.

I heard the door swing open, stopping before it hit the wall. My dad's footsteps rang through the room, progressively getting closer and louder. I held my breath, trying not to move a muscle. He stopped for a second, making me think I had been spotted. Then I heard the sound of papers shuffling and a shout from outside. "Dad your coffee is ready." My sister called from outside. My dad's footsteps came back at a quickened pace, fading off as he walked away. I peeked around the side of the desk, seeing the cost clear. I picked myself up and dashed out, trying to leave no trace. I walked down the corridor, quietly advancing towards my room. My dad saw me walk past and called me name.

"Yes dad?" I replied, hiding the folder from his vision.
"Was everything alright while I was gone?" His booming voice was something I hadn't missed. He walked up to me slowly, making me move the folder behind me back.
"Yes. Everything was fine." I stated, puffing my chest out.
"Good." He took a sip of his coffee, eying me suspiciously.
"So what was the business trip about?" I pondered curiously.
"Oh. A relatively new disease called Kalamas recently became more unstable and it's been affecting people your age. More and more people have been dying from it, so they asked me to go and help make a cure." Is that what Luke had?
"What does Kalamas do?" I asked, intrigued.

"It closes up your throat so you become incabable to breath." He sipped his coffee again. "I'm working on a cure. You'll be one of the first people to be immune to it."
"So you've made a cure?" I furthered. He shook his head.
"No. We're working on it. It should be finished and fully tested by Monday."
"How many people have died so far?" He furrowed his brows.
"Why are you so interested all of a sudden?" I yanked the collar on my neck a little to give more air, finding it a little hard to breathe. I breathed in through my teeth.
"Well... If it's affecting people my age, then I need to know how to be able to protect myself from it. Right?" I mustered out, sounding a little convincing.

"Right..." My dad replied, looking away to his office. "Did I leave my office door unlocked when I left? It wasn't locked when I got back this morning."
"You must have done." I moved along the wall closer to my room, keeping the folder behind my back. My dad stopped at the threshold of his door.
"You didn't leave the front door unlocked at any time did you?"
"What! No!" I spat, reaching for my bedroom door. He huffed.
"I hope we didn't have a burglar, those files are highly confidential."
"That would suck." I put one hand around the door and twisted the handle. "Well I need to do some homework. I'll catch you later." I swung the door open and waltzed out before he could say anything.

I shut the bedroom door behind me and put my desk chair in front of it, stacking a few boxes on top as well. I then placed the folder to my bed and hopped on, flipping it open. I also picked up my phone from the side table to go on to my messages. There were still nothing for me to read, but now I had a new lead. I pulled up Evan's name and thought deeply before typing him a message.

[Jonathan] Please Evan. I found something I need to show you. My dad hooked me up on some medication, and it's been doing weird things to me. I have the files as proof. I can come over and show you, please let me talk to you.

I put my phone on the bed beside me and buried my head into the folder below me. Hopefully Evan would reply, but I didn't have my hopes up too high. I didn't even know if I would have the right things to show him, or if he would believe me. Oh yeah, Itherstanise creates a devil which can posses you when you're angry.
"Well, technically it can." Luke's voice replied. I looked up to see him, or 'Cartoons', sat on the edge of my bed. "It gives you insight to the personalities going on in your head." He informed, smiling still. I shut the folder and folded my arms.
"How come you know all this?" I asked, a little confused. He shrugged his shoulders.
"You just kind of learn it." Delirious replied, making me look in the corner of my bedroom. He was leant up against the wall looking at his nails, not even attempting to hurt me.

"He's right. For once." Cartoons admitted, making Delirious look up.
"Oh come on man, I've been in this place longer than you have."
"That doesn't stand for anything, I know everything now I'm here."
"You don't know everything about Jonathan though do you?"
"I'm a part of him for gods sake!" Cartoons stated raising his voice. Delirious turned to me and walked over to the bed, sitting on the other side.
"Whatever. I still have the power to torment Jonathan." He smirked.
"No you do not." Cartoons swung his arm, just missing his face. Delirious was pushed back slightly by a force, his mouth disappearing in the process. He huffed and folded his arms, completely silenced. "Okay Jonathan let's find this evidence..."

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"And that's all I need?" I asked, looking at the papers in my hand. Cartoons nodded, smiling exactly like he did when he was younger. I couldn't help but smile back, so happy that I was able to talk to him again. I could have shed another tear, but I sucked it up so that we wouldn't have another episode. Well, so I wouldn't.
"I missed you Jonathan." Cartoons said out of the silence.
"I missed you too Luke." I replied honestly, turning to face him.
"My name is not Luke anymore, it's Cartoons." He sighed.
"Does it matter?" I folded my arms and tilted my head to the side.
"Yes." I breathed out harshly through my nose and looked back to the files.

"I need to sneak this back into my dad's office before he notices it's gone." I stated, presenting the folder to him. He looked at it with determination.
"He probably already knows." Delirious commented from the seat by my door.
"Hey, shut up bitch." Cartoons growled, pointing a finger at him. He slouched back in his seat, practically radiating anger. I could feel it coming off of him. "I'll go and take the folder back." He suggested, holding his hand out. I shrugged a little and gave it over. He bowed his head in respect and phased through the wall, disappearing in a second. I looked back over to Delirious who had calmed down.
"What are you staring at huh?" He growled, burying his face in his hood.
"Myself I guess." I replied, giggling at my own remark.

"Just wait until I become more powerful, I'm going to make life hell for you." He threatened, pointing a finger at me. I leant back on the bed.
"Not while Luke is here." A fire grew around him, making it look as if he caught alight.
"You can't stay happy forever. You'll get mad, whether it's because of Evan hating you or your dad." I tightened my fists, but tried not to react. "Did I hit a nerve?" He teased, leaning forward to get a better look at me.
"No." I replied through gritted teeth. Delirious chuckled and fell back again.
"You'll see, you'll see. Cartoons can't save you when you're mad."