// Back to the current moment
It was stupid. Idiotic. Complete pillock material. But he could not help it.
Yelling into the air like a wounded animal while sobbing and hitting his head repeatedly on the bedroom wall was definitely not a healthy way of dealing with grief, but Jonny just wanted to evaporate and never exist again.
Thinking of Chris made him cry a flood. Always. And every single time he felt stupid for it. Which usually made him cry even more. It was practically the water cycle of tears on his face, all he needed now was Chris to force him to sing Don't Panic and he could also be the human re-enactment of the music video.
Except Chris couldn't. Because he wasn't alive any more.
Jonny's eye water factory was just about to start running again.
"Oh my god. Will you just STOP IT ALREADY?!" he shouted at himself.
"That's it." he stalked off to the bathroom to wash his face. He immediately noticed his pink, puffy eyes, much like a baby pig's.
"Shit, I'm a total wreck," he smiled a wan smile.
His eyes drifting up to look at his pitiful self again, he spotted something weird.
There was some writing in the mirror. But the writing was awfully worm-like and boxy, he couldn't understand a thing. He could only make out some J or I at the start.
Heh, weird. He dismissed it.
But then the scribbly sad excuse for writing started to glow. Rubbing his eyes vigorously yet again, he stared intently at the mirror. Unless he had gone completely off his rocker, or plunging into the depths of insanity, his eyes were not playing tricks on him.
The letter started to appear a luminous white, glowing brighter and brighter, but he didn't gasp at what the letters looked like, more so at what they said.
"H-I - J-A-Y"
His eyes widened. Not as big as saucers. Bigger.
His mind went into rational mode. The previous room owner probably wrote that, it steamed up and became visible when I turned on the tap.
Looking closer at the message, which was just glowing in the mirror, he couldn't help noticing another thing that made him shiver.
It was in Chris' handwriting.
Oh no... something else was starting to form on the mirror. Jonny momentarily forgot his confusion, and his fear took over.
There, right below the message, were a pair of artfully drawn eyes. The pupils of the eyes were a shade well known to the guitarist. Oh god. Something like two glowing sapphire orbs, radiantly looking right into his level of eyesight.
What the hell was going on? What THE HELL WAS HAPPENING?
"Who's there?! Who's doing this?" he exclaimed to no one in particular.
Rational mode hadn't lasted long.
Other feelings had joined his fear, a sense of powerlessness, anger. Who was playing these brutal tricks on him, cruelly reminding him of the man he loved so much?
In his heightened state of awareness, he noticed that his head felt a little funny under his cap. Ever since Chris had passed away, Jonny had kept his hat on at home, only taking it off to shower and when going to sleep. Chris used make him feel safe and secure, encouraging him to bare out his head and feel comfortable with caps off at home. He felt freedom with Chris, as Chris loved every single part of who he was, including the small curls of thinning hair on his head. When Chris left, that warm feeling of security left too.
