In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 4-

[cry's p.o.v.]

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He slams me against the wall, and I let him.

I let him because I have done enough today to the people around me. I let him because he is not threatening my brother or the things that are constant in my life. I let him because I deserve it.

"Why did you take my best friend's name? My best friend's name was Cry. What did you do to him?" I don't feel much surprise at knowing that this is Pewdie. I think part of me always knew who he was, and why he was looking at me with such contempt. I would look at me with contempt, too, if I was him.

"I was your best friend. People grow up. The old person I was, the little kid Cry, is dead and burned. I'm sorry if I've made you... disappointed," I say in a calm voice, and he slams me so hard against the wall again that my teeth rattle and I bite my tongue, tasting blood. Felix's face is so close to mine that I can see all the different shades of blue in his eyes.

"When I first heard of the villain from my old home, named Cry, who had the same name as the boy I met, I was in disbelief. The Cry I knew was happy. He didn't hurt people."

"Did you ever think that maybe I'm... maybe I'm hurt, too?" I sound like a little kid, and for a second, his grasp on my hoodie lessens. Pewdie's... I mean Felix's... mouth parts and he blinks with shock. How is a monster feeling human emotions?  He must be thinking that to himself. I sometimes wonder the same. "Somebody hurt me really, really bad. Sometimes you have to become a monster to beat the other monsters."

"Who hurt you really badly? How?" He lets go of my hoodie and takes a step back.  I straighten out the crinkles in it. This hoodie is very special to me, just like my mask. With a sigh, I pull up my shirt a little, showing him a long and jagged scar that runs all across my chest.

"On my face... and my leg will never really be the same. My limp isn't that noticeable, but it still is painful when I bend it the wrong way." I pull back down my shirt and he looks away, red coloring across his cheeks. Dammit, that's why I don't show your chest to people.

"You showed me what happened. You didn't tell me who did it to you." He stares at me intently as I slip a hand into my hoodie pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Sitting down, sliding my back against the cold brick wall of the back of the school, I let out a huge sigh. What a drag... now the boy who wanted nothing to do with me wants to know everything about me.

"His name is Ken, okay? Now leave me alone." He doesn't go away, instead walking over and sitting next to me. He takes the lighter out of my hand and lights the cigarette for me.

"Were you two... together?" He slips his hand into my hoodie pocket, and put the lighter back in it. For a second I freeze, hating when people who are strangers to me even slightly touch me.

"Why would you think that?" I answer his question with a question, and he shrugs, pulling his hood on his red jacket up. Not that anybody will see us; the back of the school is empty. The houses of a neighborhood are pretty much crammed against the back of it. The fences of the houses are a few feet away.

"Red said you were as straight as a... rainbow. Also I saw how were getting so annoyed with Piggeh. You were offended that he was flirting with you so outright."

"Hmm," I respond, out of words. "And yes, we were... together... I guess. It wasn't official. More like random times when we needed somebody to love, we came together."

"So fuck buddies?" I wince at his straightforward tone, and he laughs, a strange hyena-like laugh.

"If you really want to call it that, then yes, we were fuck buddies. It was one of the worst decisions I've ever made." I close my eyes, and lean my head back on the cold stone, letting out a loud sigh.