Never Ending Love([Merome])

Well...

Sorry for not updating, but I'm grounded:(

But I will try my best to update in secret.

Mitch's POV:

The clouds swirled around me, and white turned slowly to grey, then I was able to see nothing at all. I started to feel dizzy, and I fell straight onto my face...and I felt satiny sheets that smelled like sweat. I open my eyes, and I was laying on MY OWN BED. What the fuck is going on around here?!?! I tried to levitate, but I could not rise. I felt heavy, and my muscles were weak and sore, and my head was pounding so hard, like I was a drunkard.

I pushed myself up, no, more like struggled with all my might just to move. I wiggled and squirmed, until my apparently heavy body fell over the side of the bed. My forehead hit the nightstand on the way down, and the world swam before my eyes. Blackness appeared at the edges of my vision, and I forced myself to keep my eyes open. I pushed myself off the floor, and felt very wobbly. I grasped the opposing nightstand, keeping myself upright while I looked around. (I don't know our dear Benjas room actually looks like in real life, so bear with me here)

I see weird, blocky walls of some sort. It looks like dirt or something, but I cant be sure. I look over to a poster, and a weird green thing was scowling at me. It looked like it was associated with the dirt looking stuff, then I read the word under it.

Minecraft.

What is that?

I shrug as I lay back down on my bed, and see a computer still running in my room. It has a nice microphone, and a pair of Sony MDRX headphones.(Those are my dream headphones. Don t judge me.) I get up and I sit in the weird chair. I smile and slip the headphones on, and the cushions feel so nice against my ear, like they were on a memory foam pillow. A song is whispering through the ear cushions that makes my heart pound with pride, like I had something to do with the song.

"...I'm not teaming, I'm not teaming....," I hear, and I sway with the minimal beat.

"YOU SHOULDA SEEN MY LAST HUNGER GAMES!" the music exclaims, and the drumstep I hear, makes me tremble with excitement. This must be...my song. That I made.

That thought surprised me.

Ive done something cool?

I realize I must have lost some memories that were very important. Bob, he must be in those past memories too. I have lost my identity along with my soul. But doing the deal the "Thing" made would give me everything I want back.

I silently make my decision.

I want my memories back.

I want to know Bob's true name.

I want to make him mine.

I found a ax, and headed out the door.

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I'm sorry its short, but I wrote this while I was grounded. I will have a new chapter soon. :)

MITCH IS BACK BITCHES!

(*dances while nobody is looking*)

Love you all

~Shaymin has vanished