Never Ending Love([Merome])

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ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS ON WATTPAD VOTED FOR MY STORY. I may just...faint.

(sorry for the caps, it's just that things like this don't happen to me very often)

A/N the road trip was just a trip to another Walmart out of townXD

(I ate a donut there^-^)

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Jerome's POV:

I awaken with the mist. It's slow curling fingers envelope me, and trickle over my body. I look at my surroundings, and found out there wasn't any.

I floated through the darkness, fumbling and doing flips, trying to regain my sense of direction. My eyes shifted about, looking for something, ANYTHING to gaze upon. I sigh as I find nothing, again.

I realize I am a Bacca, in my suit and tie(don't even sing that song) and my ringlets of fur bouncing around. I pluck a piece of fur out, to see if this was real. I feel a strange, warm sensation inside my body, unknown in origin. It makes me shiver, and I rub my paws against my body to keep me warm.

"....you..."

I spin around, and my eyes dart to where the ominous voice was coming from. There is a dark and fuzzy silhouette floating in this near blackness too.

"...you are to blame for the boys death...," it whispers coldly into the dark.

I nod my head, and tears threaten to spill.

"...THEN YOU MUST PAY!" it shouts wickedly.

I feel something slice open my skin, and I cry out in anguish. I look at my leg, and blood pulses out of it.

"FOR THE DEATH!"

I feel another slash, on my other leg, but deeper. I watch in horror as the severed artery pulses my hot thick blood out.

"FOR TAKING HIM!"

Then a slash to my neck, and I put my paw to the wide girth of the cut, but in a second it comes away drenched in blood.

My blood floats in this darkness, and I feel myself fading....

!!!

Mitch's POV:

I watch the man toss and turn in his sleep. He held a butcher knife to his appendages, and he makes a small incision in both of his legs and his neck. Then he holds it point blank over his heart.

Before he can thrust downwards, I take the knife from his hands, and I throw it outside.(they are at Mitch's house) Then I smack him awake. He shoots up, his face beading with perspiration. He looks around, then he notices the cuts on himself.

He gets out if the bed, and heads to the bathroom. He rids himself of crusted blood, cleans the cuts with water, puts salve and bandages over top, then he climbs back into his bed and drifts off into another troubled sleep.

Why did I save him again?

I promised not to.

Do I...feel?

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I'll leave it at that.

Love you all

~Shaymin has vanished