Living Yet Not Alive (pewdiecry)

Day 388

   Last night I had a dream. Cry. Or whoever the fuck he is. Was there. He was sitting in complete darkness. Knees to his chest, head down. He was mumbling something. I walked close enough to make it out. "I am normal. I am normal. I am normal. I am normal. I am normal." over and over again. "Cry?" I called out. He looked up. "Go away." he said, his voice shaky. I then noticed he wasn't talking to me. "Poor poor Cry. Trapped with a man you just met. Soon he will find out. And kill you. Before he gets hurt." a voice said to my right.
   There was a guy standing there. He was tall. Wearing black. No he was black. Made of shadow. "No. It went happen again. It won't." he said, slightly braver. Then I woke up. Cry was still asleep. Was I in his dream? No that's insane. But what was that guy talking about? 'Soon he will find out' find out about what? Cry sat up swiftly. "Morning." I said, causing him to jump. "Hey." he said, running his hands through his hair. "So. Think you can stand? I might need some help. If you can't you can just sew clothes or something." I say awkwardly, I don't need help. But it would be nice.
   "Let me try." he said, slowly standing up. I also stood up. I heard him wince almost silently. "You ok?" I asked. "Been worse." he shrugged. "You can weed that garden. Ill cut some water." I say. He nods.
   As he kneels in the dirt, I can't help but look at his ass. What the fuck? I'm not about to fall for some guy that I just met. I turn my back and keep cutting wood. I don't realize how long I'd been cutting wood until I heard Cry say "done." I turned around. All the weeds were in a small pile. "Uh good. Take a break. There's some clothes in a basket that need sewing. Think you can handle it?" I asked. "Yeah." he said, limping over to the porch and disappearing inside. I go back to cutting wood.
   I swear to god if I'm about to get a crush for this guy. It starts raining so I move the wood I cut onto the porch and come inside. Cry is sitting by the fire sewing up a faded red hoodie. "What happened to your dog?" he asked as I close the door. "Max? Haven't seen him." I said, which was a lie. I had to shoot him when he tried to attack me while carrying Cry to the cabin or house or whatever the fuck it is. "K." he said quickly. "So Cry. Tell me the craziest patient story you have." I said sitting next to him, folding the clothes he had sewn. "Let me see." he paused what he was doing.
   "I once had this girl who thought that she was a vampire." he chuckled, that was the closest thing I'd seen to emotion since I'd met him. Wait. Was he a deadman? Fuck. "So what happened?" I said, trying to act normal. If he would kill me soon. And being a therapist would mean he will know if I'm acting weird or lying. Shit. "She ended up just doing a senior project." he said. "Boo!" I laughed. That was funny. Being told by a deadman or not. "Yeah." he said.
   "Hey Cry? Are you ok?" I asked. Trying not to make it so obvious. "My leg feels like its been shot. But I'll live." he answered. "Not that. I mean... Are you ok?" I said, slowly. He stopped his sewing. Dropping the hoodie. "Felix. I'm guessing you've found out. Yes I'm what you people call Deadmen walking." he sighed. "But Felix." he added. "What?" I asked, confused. Deadmen were supposed to be insane and bloodthirsty people who couldn't feel emotions.
   "You're different from others I've met. I can't read your emotions like I can do with others." he said looking at me. "W-what? How could I do that?" I asked. "Also. Today. You made me laugh. I haven't truly laughed in a while. Thank you."  he said, looking down. "Cry. I think..." I paused and grabbed his hand. "I can change you. Make you normal." I continued. "I don't think you can. But thanks for the effort." he said, looking back up at me. He was feeling thankful. And he had laughed earlier. Maybe I can change him..?