Something made me wake up in the middle of the night. It sounded like mumbling and fidgeting. Thanks to my clear hearing I could make out where was the source and the sounds came from the echo of the living room. Sitting up I felt the bed empty, Pit was not there sleeping like whenever I see him when I wake up early. Worried I walked out of the room fearing that someone might have broked in the house.
As I walked I heard chuckles, but not mischievous ones. They were crazed ones, reminding me of...
When I reached the living room I saw Pit kneeling down, surrounded by papers, pictures and besides him made the presence of the photo album. I walked closer to see that the album was open showing the picture of that old friend and the other scattered pictures where from the same boy. Pit's chuckling became louder each time he read and tossed papers around until it reached the point they turned into maniacally laughter.
"He... He's going to get me. I'm his next target. I know it. I. Know. It. Eh-hahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
I swallowed hard at what I was witnessing. Pit had lost his mind, not you too... He held a bunch of papers and threw them up in the air, his laughter became louder and his body twitched looking uncomfortable.
"I'm going to die by the hands of my own friend. It will not matter. It doesn't matter. He doesn't even remember me. HE DOESN'T. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
He began to tear up the papers aggressively, throwing the pieces everywhere. I walked even closer to him extending my arm to tap his shoulder. I did not noticed that I stepped on a pen he had behind him and Pit abruptly stopped what he was doing. I froze in place, trying not to breath heavily. The situation and scenario was tensed up I could not stand in balance. I saw his head turn around an inch and quickly grabbed a knife that was covered by the pieces of scattered paper. Turning around he lead the knife back at me and I blocked his arm, the sharp blade being inches away from my neck.
The thing that horrified me the most was his face. It was filled with craziness that I have not seen before on a person along with a wicked smile ear to ear. His head was twitching slightly subsiding after realising what he almost did. I kept myself quiet and a serious face, I did not want to show any emotions for what he tried to do. His face slowly formed shook and sadness while I felt his grip on the knife loosen, until dropping it.
"D-Dark... I- I..."
"You don't need to explain yourself. I heard everything."
I let go of his arm and his body slowly took posture except his head; which was hanging out of shame of what he did. He hugged me tightly and cried on my shoulder.
"I... I'm losing my mind Dark... I don't want to become him... I don't want... to die..."
I returned the hug but my face was still serious. The scattered pictures caught my attention and I smiled.
"Ssh, it's okay Pit. I'm here. Nothing... will hurt you."
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(Author's Note: Bleh. How is the story coming along? Do you even understand it?)
