Who Are You? (pewdiecry fanfic)

Chapter 8- Remembering Him.

I want to go back on so bad.

I want to play my favourite games like bloody trapland and battlefield 4 (and Shrek the musical on ice) and I can't stop thinking about Pewds.

It was so sudden, my heart wasn't ready for the overwhelming amount of pressure and stress and emotions.  

I've been off school for the past couple of weeks, I've been doing absolutely nothing.  I haven't been able to go on my computer because Pewds was on.  My computer has been turned off for days now.  Like seriously, dude.  It's not healthy for me to be off this long.

My mother walked into the room, ready to dress my wounds as she sighed.  I was holding my knees to my chest as I balanced on my two feet.  I was hiding in a corner of my room, I looked outside through the window and observed the turquoise colour spanning across the atmosphere.  

It reminded my of Pewd's eyes.

I turned away abruptly, trying to contain my emotions and conceal them from my worried mother.  She bent down to where I sat and looked me in the eyes.  (It's all ogre now)

"Ryan... don't you think that it's about time you've stopping being a wuss, and get out there." She said after a moment of silence.

I stared at her in awe, surprised at her choice of words. 

"....What?  Mom? What?" I question after staring at her in disbelief.

"You heard me." She says sternly before strutting out of the bedroom.

I guess she's right.  My wounds have practically healed already.  I should have gone back to school a week before.  But what is stopping me?  Is it Pewds?  Is it Aidan?  Is it Cameron?  (Is it Jake from State Farm?) 

My Norwegian Forest cat walks into the room, and purrs as he butts his head against my leg.  I stroke his back and he purrs loudly.  I pick him up and place him on my lap.

"What's stopping me?" I ask the cat.

"Meow"

I give a loud sigh as I stand up, letting the cat jump off and walk ahead of me into the rest of the house.  My mother sees me walking out my door and gives a reasuring smile.  I frown at her, wondering why she's so happy.  

"I'm going to school tomorrow."