Eyes of Purple

Chapter Fourteen

The party was for you.

Do you miss them?

Does he still speak to you?

What is your name?

        "... You know who I am... It's me, your friend, it's-"

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​I don't know, I never knew...

I'm supposed to be better than this, I- They're gone, and it's my fault.

But I don't understand...

Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me? Michael?

We're always here.

I'm alone...

No you're not.

Go away. I'm not crazy.

He went crazy. How can you say the same?

I'm not.

I promised I'd help him...

Don't worry... It's all a dream...

And you're NEVER WAKING UP.

Ha...

Ha ha...

I- I can't... No one can...

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       "Jeremy?"

       Pain. Pounding.

       His skull felt like it was going to split.

       "Jeremy?"

      He was back. He was back, Jeremy knew it was him...

      A stinging liquid made its way down his cheeks.

      "Come on Jeremy, where are you?!"

      Someone was screaming, whispers zipping past him airily. A soft voice trying to quiet them.

      Nervous laughter.

      "Jeremy, please!" In the room. Banging. The shuffling of feet. Jeremy hugged his legs, whimpering.

      Right in front of him...

      Light cracked its way through.

      Blue eyes. Not silver.

      Jeremy cried harder, and Michael gently put a hand on his shoulder.

      "He... He..." The frightened boy couldn't finish. There was something in the back of his mind, nagging him, but... he was missing something.

      "I know. I know, Jeremy. You're okay." Jeremy couldn't even see anymore, tears blinding. He found himself held against his friend, Michael shushing him in a soothing tone. "He's gone." Someone was wailing.

       "It's not okay..."

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I'm not okay...

Papa...

Michael...

They've been broken down. Sweet faces, tiny souls.

Used for parts.

Someone's shattered the beauty...

And they are angry.