Left in a Game (Pewdiecry)

Chapter 9: No more Words

A/N: Before we start this I'd like to thank EmilyUribe, you've just motivated me today and you are so awesome and I also love the things you write! :)

~Pewds P.O.V~

~Few weeks later~

I sat there tapping my fingers on the arm of the chair and constantly playing with the fancy design which was made on the comfy seat. But something caught my eye, something that didn't look right. I jerked my head to the side but no one was there as I let a sigh of relief escape my lips and lay my head on my crossed arms and laid there in silence. Which was very relaxing, no tears or going out, no Lemon or Mocha trying to play with me all the time... Just complete silence... Lemon and Mocha where taking a nap, Cry is asleep, Minx, Red and Double are all doing there random shit upstairs and Clash is asleep as well.

I looked up at the clock to see what time it is but I forgot it wasn't working, not even the simple tick tocks came from it and it was one of my favorite sounds... I swear to god I saw something else and I jerked my head again causing my head to crack and it hurt a lot, you know when you turn your head after cracking it you hear little shaking from the back that sounds like a maraca? I HATE that! And here it is, turning my head making its little MARACA SOUNDS! 

Sometimes I think it is bone that chipped off my skull sometimes it made me shiver, but I can't stop turning my head because it sounds so weird!!!! I can't be the only one who does that... Right? I dug my face in my arms trying to block everything out and try not to let every single little thing bother me... I peeked through my arms and saw another, I looked up and still nothing was there. But I was getting scared, so I took the nearest weapon which happens to be an axe and I slowly took it and slowlyyyyy stood up while I SLOWLY walked towards where I was seeing the figure.

I was about to swing my axe but there was a little Mocha right there scared a little but not very, I couldn't tell really. "Whoa don't kill me! Jeez!!!" She yelled yet little hints of laughter as well. "Dammit Mocha! I could've killed you! Why are you running around?"  She shrugged then scanned the room and looked back meeting my eyes and yet giggled again with a sly smirk across her face "What are you laughing about?" She stopped giggling then shrugged again and the smirk disappeared and she smoothly spoke "Have you seen Cry? He's not in his room anymore..." My eyes widen and I felt the panic take over my body. 'He's fine' I repeated to my self and I ran stairs a little off balanced as I kept repeating things over and over in my mind to calm myself down...

I swung the door open...

He wasn't there! HE WASN'T THERE!!! The room looked like there was no human being that has ever been here! LIKE EVER!!!!! I searched through-out the room, the closet, the drawers maybe he could fit in there! I felt a hand grasp my ankle and I screamed for help, as half the crew came rushing in the room. I looked down to see Cry under the bed, not laughing from scaring me, just huddled in a ball. I told them it was a mistake and they should leave and they all did it was just me and a Cry under a bed...

I went under the bed with him and I slowly took of his mask, I wish I didn't... His eyes where puffy and pure red, and his light blue eyes where much darker as I counted every single color in his eyes, a little green here and there purple mixed in with the darkened blue, there where also terrible bags under his eyes from sleep loss. Every night I look over at him as he just stares at me, all night I bet.... He doesn't go out of the group as often now and I have to take his place as he took care of Lemon, Mocha, and Clash but they said that he doesn't do very much...

His hair looked a shade darker also, like he was just someone different... And the more I looked at him the more details I could see, his dried up tears, his soft lips... Everything... I knew why he was crying and I've noticed that I haven't given him any real support... I took him in my arms and pulled him closer stroking his hair lightly as he hung onto my shirt and started to let out soft sobs...