His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Twenty Nine: Meme

The house was silent, I looked around bored. Well, bored and looking for cameras, subtly. Daniel has officially gone crazy, I know he had problems but this? This was out of control. Another thing I need to figure out is why these guys decided to help him, are they being payed? Threatened? Manipulated? This can be very bad depending.

I need out, I feel off, too. Mainly because I like being all alone. It's crazy to admit but I only need a handful of people, I don't need strangers to tear at my walls. If I did i'd pour my money into therapy.

Well, I guess that's a lie. I did try therapy, Serena talked me into it on one of my "off" days. It was a group of people, some looked like they stepped out of the morgue and others looked a step away from being those people. Am I one of those people?

I also never really tried because I still had Danny and Willow, now I have neither, what will she think? I don't want to leave, she's young and too many people have left that door and never came back for her.

Maybe if I pretended that everything was okay things would work themselves out.

What did I do to deserve this?...

Everything, you ruin everything.

You brought this on yourself.

You can't even make sane friends.

Friends, do you mean friend?

The voices in my head were becoming unbearable, I rubbed my temples. Maybe I do need help... I found Danny in an open room next to mine. He was sitting on the bed, head in hands. He was stressing out. It hurt seeing my friend hurt like that, but he hurts me, too. A mental sigh I walked over to him, putting a hand on his back gently. He looked up at me, the shadows casted on his face turned surprised.

"Can we talk, just me and you?," I asked, the first words forming into my dark mind.

He nodded, getting up and closing the door. Flicking on another light I sat next to him.

"I think..." What do I think? "We need to come to an understanding".

A sigh escaped his lips, "What is there to understand? I love you! And," He stopped himself. Looking down at his hands he started again "I can't control myself, you don't understand how it feels. I really don't mean to hurt you I just... I just get carried away until i'm too far to redeem myself. And now you hate me,' He put his head back into his hands.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, "If you love me why didn't you ever try to really tell me? One school dance isn't trying. If you really love me, why am I here?" I asked starting to become upset.

"If I would have let you leave, that's it! It would be over. When were you going to tell me we weren't going to the same colleges? You would have left me! Why would you do that to me?," He yelled tearing up.

"It's not like that!" I defended.

"Oh yeah?" He asked not believing me.

"Yeah! You know why? Because I didn't get in! I wasn't going to be the one that made you stay behind for me. I decided to wait until the week before college started so the whole summer wouldn't be filled with me and you being bummed out that we'd be miles apart, okay?!", I confessed.

His breath caught, I really did want to go with him. I tried so hard to make our dreams come true. His face contorted, he was really deep into thought. He played this all wrong, I wasn't the one who wasn't trying to make this work. I wasn't the one who destroyed this relationship.

"Hey, wait a minute, how did you know?" I asked.

I had only let one person in on this, who can I trust anymore? Can no one keep a secret? Ugh.

"I made Serena tell me... I also did something bad..." He started.

"Oh my God, did you kill her?!" I cried.

"No," He said with the side of his mouth.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"She was asking about you, I panicked" He said.

I waited for him to continue. My stomach dropping, I don't want people getting hurt because of my. It's bad enough to hurt yourself, but when others get hurt...

"She's here," He said.

Tears streamed freely down my cheeks, that is not fair.

"Bring her home, please," I begged. "People don't deserve getting hurt because of me!" My voice cracked.

"She's fine, I can't take her home. She'll tell on me," He said like a child.

I stood up, clearly frustrated.

"You ruin everything, why would you do that? I hope you do get caught so I never have to see you ever again" I said venomously.

He looked pained.

"I can't take her home, not yet. What can I do to make it up to you? Please, you don't hate me" He begged, his words drowned in tears.

"I need a couple of things done," I started and he nodded sadly "She goes home, no one hurts her, okay? Show me the cameras, and I don't want to be around the other guys twenty four seven", I said.

"I promise, no one will hurt Serena. It's either hanging with me or them, it's up to you. As for the cameras I only know where two of them are, the most obvious ones being by the front door and basement. I didn't set them up" He says.

I nod and he wraps me in a hug, he's trying. I guess that counts.

"Since it's still June, why don't you and I go somewhere? Forget this happened" he shook his head no.

"Maybe eventually, let's just go slow for now" He said.

The way he talks make it sound like he isn't talking about our situation but a relationship.

Look what he can talk you into

The voices in my head restarted their chorus, I cringed. He put a hand on my cheek.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked.
I hesitated before nodded. Trusting him is like trusting the voices.

"Don't lie to me, I know you aren't okay, what's wrong?" He asked again.

"Just the typical, being here isn't making it any better. I thought you would know me well enough" I said.

"Stop being like that" He said agitated.

"Stop being like what? Angry, or... Broken" I said quoting him.

"You aren't broken-" He started but I cut him off.

"That's not what James said" I snapped.

He was taken back a moment.

"He said that to you?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter that he said it, it matters that you said it! Why can't I trust you with anything? Why would you say that about me?" I yelled. I got up and headed toward the door, this conversation wasn't making the storm brewing in me any better, in fact I felt worse.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean that, I was just adding emphasis and I got carried away" He rambled.

Opening the door I looked back at him, "You're always getting carried away, now".