Psycho {H.S.}

Thirty

"You wouldn't be the first person that made me feel inferior."

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My eyes open slightly, but I'm blinded by the extremely bright misty light before me. I use my hand to cover my eyes, but the light just shines right through.

I become aware of the hard ground beneath me and I look at it, seeing my body protected by its gravity.

I use all the force I have to stand from the floor and my eyes adjust as much as they can. It feels like I'm in the clouds for some reason.

It's so euphoric and different and my heartbeat accelerates. How peaceful this place is. I could stay here for days upon days.

But an obnoxious screeching noise nags at my ears. I shake my head, trying to rid of it, but it only progressively gets worse. It gets louder and louder to the point of me letting out a loud scream myself.

I shut my eyes tight and aggressively cover my ears, screaming and begging for the noise to stop, and then... just like that, it stops.

I open my eyes and blink a couple of times and let my arms fall to my sides. I'm in a room now, dimly lit. I slowly look up and I see a large oak desk with a man behind it. But from my point of view, I can see two men ducked behind the desk with large machine guns.

I look towards the other person addressing this man with the guns and I immediately recognize the face. It's Harry.

He's only armed with a small handgun.

I sniffle and nobody flinches one bit. It's like I'm not even there. I don't know what's happening right now. Am I dreaming?

Harry looks horrendous. His skin so pale and lifeless and his lips the same shade as his skin which is never a good sign. His head is clad with a beanie, no hair sticking out of the sides. I begin to wonder if he cut it.

He looks about as intimidating as a newborn baby. He also has large dark circles beneath his eyes and my heart throbs at the sight.

I almost advance towards the man to hold him and ask him what's wrong. Is there something wrong, or is gravity just getting him down.

But before I have the chance to run for him, he speaks.

"I don't have anything more to give. Look at me. Can't you see?" He says with a frail voice.

My jaw drops and I shake my head. What does that mean.

The man on the other side says nothing. Just stares back lifelessly.

"Can't you see?" He says again, but when I look back at him, his eyes are focused on me.

His eyes start watering up and he stares at me like he's seeing my past, future, and present. Like he'd be able to call me out on any bluff because he's seen every crevasse of my personality, every nook and cranny of what makes me, me. Likes we've spent our whole life together with little to no money but we get by because we are obsessed with each other.

And the next thing he says, causes my heart to drop fifty feet below me.

"Can't you see, Chris. I'm dying. You can't save me."