PewDieCry: I Have A Story To Tell

Chapter 5 - gυιℓт

HHEUHAUEHAUHEUAH WRITING A CHAPTER WHILE WATCHING DEATH NOTE WITH MY MOM BECAUSE FUCK YOU THAT'S WHY

I am sorry for the delay as always, I'll try to post the next chapter faster :3. AND I'M SORRY THIS IS SHORT BUT I JUST WANTED TO UPDATE D:

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Felix's P.O.V.

A soft chuckle leaves my mouth. A louder one follows the first. I soon burst into laughing. 

"Y-You...? A b-bully?" I attempt to speak between laughs, soon being drowned into them again. She looks at me with a annoyed frown plastered on her face and her arms crossed on her chest, letting out a soft 'hmpft' and a disapproving gaze on her eyes.

I clench my stomach and really did try my best not to laugh too much, but I just couldn't. Marzia? The Marzia Bisognin? Being mean to someone? 

"Stop it, will you?" She bursts into sudden rage after a few minutes of me laughing uncontrollably, surprising me for a few moments. I clear my throat against my fist.

"Pfft! Ehem. Hahah, oh boy..." I slowly get myself out of the big amount of exaggerated laughs. She rolls her eyes and lets her arms fall on her sides, turning around to keep walking. I wipe the tears off my eyes and follow her. I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry. But... you're kidding, right?"

She took sudden interest on her shoes. "Does it look like I'm kidding?" 

My eyes grew big in surprise. "But-But... why? I thought you were one of those who cared about the others!" I replied in disbelief. I noticed a frown in her beautiful features. 

"And I do!" She said, looking up again. She bit her lip. "It's just that... look, it was an old phase that I went through, that's it! I swear, I would never do something like that to anyone today.”

 I sigh softly. “If you say so… And you don’t have to prove me anything, so it’s okay. I trust you.” I swore I could feel her sighing in relief. I smiled to myself.

She looked around a bit and glanced at me with the corners of her eyes. “I should be going now, it’s getting kinda dark. My house is right over there.” She indicated a apartment complex with her head.

I nodded shortly. “Yeah, I guess. I’ll… see you tomorrow?” She stopped walking and turned to me, giving me one of her Marzia Warm Smile and gave a single short nod in response. I chuckled softly.

She waved softly and glanced at both sides of the street, then crossing it to reach the complex. I cracked a smile. No idea why, I just felt somehow happy. I turned around to make my way at my house, to find a white poker face mask really close to me.

 I yelp loudly in surprise and back away, clutching my chest. If this were a movie, this would have been the moment where the public laughs or something. I couldn’t see behind his mask, but I know he was rolling his eyes at me.

“It’s just me…! Am I that scary?” He crossed his arms. It was my turn to roll my eyes. He does the same and we both look away from each other, which gave me a chance to give a quick glance at the street. There were a few people walking around, though it wasn’t really that late, it was just really dark. Which I find quite weird. Well, here lays an example of what Global Warming does to the world, I guess.

I heard Cry sigh. “I just wanted to apologize for, well, you know… being a bitch, I guess?” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. I raised a brow.

“Uh… it’s okay.” I replied, sounding as awkward as him. I thrusted my hands inside my pants’ pockets and rocked back and forth awkwardly. Cry looked away towards the street, the edges of his mask not covering his face completely, making me able to see his mouth forming a thin line. We stood there for a few awkward moments before I took my hands out of my pocket and slightly pointed with my chin behind him.

“I… should be going now.”

“Yeah, I should too.” He replied immediately. My mouth formed a thin line as well as I walked past him quickly. I stopped on my tracks and glanced at him through my shoulder.

“Uh and, please…? Don’t try to kill yourself again.” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. I could hear him yelping softly in surprise and felt his gaze burning my back while I walked away. I couldn’t help but let a small smile cross my face. I saved a life, for fuck’s sake! How am I supposed not be happy?

It took quite a while for me to reach my house. Since I didn’t really want to go to the train station while it’s really dark I decided to walk home. I basically crawled towards the porch step and before I could reach the doorknob the door opened quickly, revealing a not very amused mother.

I smiled nervously and walked inside “Hey mom.”

“Felix, where in the world were you?” She asked closing the door. I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Uh..”

“I was worried, you know.” She muttered. I chuckled and walked up to her.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted. And it’s not even that late, mom.” I placed a hand on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you have a phone anymore? I thought someone kidnapped you!”

I widened my eyes. This was actually extremely amusing for me. “Mom…” She sighed while I walked upstairs.

“Okay, fine- but if you ever do this again I’ll call the police!” I laughed to myself.

“Yeah, yeah.” I chuckled.

I walked inside my bedroom and closed the door behind me, the soft ‘click’ sound following the action. I let myself fall on the bed, staring directly towards the white ceiling. I crossed my arms under my head. I tried closing my eyes, but the only thing I could imagine was the repeated thought of Cry falling on the tracks, like it would’ve happened if I wouldn’t have been there.

He would be dead now. That was obvious.

I basically… saved a life! I feel good that I was able to cause somebody to try giving themselves another chance to better their life. But then, how come I feel my chest tightening? Anxiety is all I can sense inside me. Is it the ‘excitement of witnessing a scene like that?

Probably not. What is it then? The pressure on my chest gets stronger by second, as well as the butterflies in my stomach. It’s the kind of feeling you have when you’re about to so something important and feel incredibly nervous.

At least I know something; I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.

What would it be? Rational would say I may or may not be sick. Dorks would say it’s what you feel when you love somebody. Please.

Is it guilt?

It makes more sense than the other options, even though there’s not a exact reason for me to feel guilty. But I remember I felt like this once when I was a kid and broke my mother’s favorite jar and didn’t tell her it was me, so she thought it was the cleaning lady. I was alright at first, but then the guilt started eating me alive.

Yeah, it’s probably it. Well, now the only thing I have to now is find out why I feel guilty as hell. Huh, actually isn’t it kind of obvious?

I chuckled to myself and got up. I took off my shirt and changed my jeans for random sweatpants. I turned off the light and pulled my blankets off the bed slightly, slipping under them not so long after.

Well, I guess I’ll talk to Cry tomorrow so I can free myself from this annoying feeling.