A Third Of A Pie

Chapter 26

Colon thought about every word those two had said.
A few stuck out.
'Attacks'
'Again'
'Die'
'He'
'Ji-'

Who was 'He'?
Supposedly, the name started with 'Ji'.

There was always the option he could go to their house and ask.
They were his neighbours, after all.
Could brush it off as a neighbouring visit.

He sighed and started looking at all the information he had.
The drugs...
His address...
The knife...

He picked up the knife and looked over it.
The name in sharpie...
'Jimmy?... wait....'

He thought back to what that girl said.
'Ji... mmy....'
It must've been.
But, what relation did this 'Jimmy' have to them?
Heck, what relation did he have to Johnny Ghost?

He looked back to the knife.
Upon closer inspection, he could see a name had been covered by the sharpie.
'Tommy Casket'...

-

Ghost looked over the book again.
A certain.... 'chapter' got to him.
It had taken him a while to read due to the crude handwriting, but he'd managed to decipher it.

'January 6th.
You know, it's nice to have someone to share my secrets with.
Sure, I share it with a bunch of people but they can't be trusted.
Corrupt, vile creatures....
Humans.
Hate it when someone calls me one.
That would mean I'm one of Them.
I'm NOT one of Them.
They deserve to suffer.
My suffering is all Their fault.

I miss Mama...
I want her back.
Why did They made her leave!?

And, why do I wanna help Them?
Why do I wanna keep Them from suffering as I did?
Don't They deserve it?

Doesn't matter.
Time to help someone and keep them from suffering.

-Jimmy C'

It was edgy as all Hell, but what stood out the most was 'Jimmy'.
The name had a... bizarre effect on him.
It made him... giddy... energetic... angry... ansty... manic... so full of hatred...
The cluttered emotions gave him a headache.

He heard laughter...

"Go away...." he mumbled to him, closing the diary.
He just wanted to know who this 'Jimmy C' was and what relation they had to him.

Not everyone breaks into your house and writes a diary and carves into your walls when you're in a coma.
There was more to this 'Jimmy C'.

The laughter was still there.
Why?
He'd taken his meds!

Ghost yelled, throwing the book at the voice- the book simply hitting the wall for obvious reasons.

Annoyed and filled with these inexplicable emotions, he lay down, burying his face into the pillow and screaming.

Toast heard the noises and went up, frowning as he looked at Ghost.
He hated it when Ghost was angry or frustrated.
".... sir?"

No response, just more screaming.
Toast cringed and sat down, rubbing Ghost's back.

After what felt like an hour- but was likely a few minutes- Ghost went silent.
Toast sighed and smiled, knowing it had meant Ghost had calmed down or- better yet- fallen asleep.

Toady rolled Ghost a bit and, sure enough, Ghost was asleep.
Toast liked seeing Ghost fall asleep.
He couldn't stress or overwork if he was asleep.

Getting up, Toast turned off the light and closed the door.
He sighed, thankful for Ghost getting some much needed rest.