1-ish Page Stories

1.Mars Hell

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Michael was never one to have a mental breakdown of any type, well, at least he was the last one you'd expect. He was always confident and knew how to talk his way out of any situation, that's why it was so odd to see him so...uncomfortable? Is that a good way to describe it? It seems so. None of us could get him to move from where he was standing. "I can't do it.." He repeated for the fifth time, it seemed like that and 'no' where the only things he could bear to say.

"Come on, Mike, we don't have time for this!" Jason reasoned, but Michael was stood. Sarah walked over to him, sat him down on the floor, and talked to him so softly that no one but those two could hear it. I was hopeful that if anyone, she could convince him to move even slightly. After a minute they where still taking, Michael constantly shaking his head like a madman and Sari trying to calm him down, I take this moment to look at my surroundings. I was a standard hospital hallway, nothing really off or menacing about it. The end of he hall was more dim then, blue fluorescent lighting shone around the corner. What about this place made Michael wig-out so much?

"NO!" I hear him shout, I turn around to see him shoot up from the floor and Sari followed his movement, "YOU DON'T KNOW, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW!" He shouted.

"Well, I'd know if you just explained." Sari said calmly,
"I want to but, I..I..I..."
"You what?"
"I-I can't.." He looked as if he where about to cry, oddly enough Sari seemed genuinely annoyed by his response but, she still wanted to helped.
I chime in "Look, Sari, you and Jason go ahead, we'll catch up to you."
"Fine-ahem- I mean...good idea." She walks off, trying to catch up with Jason who's already gotten a head start on walking away. As they turn the corner, I look back at Michael who was staring at me with his crimson eyes that have always scared me to some degree.

"Look," I say while walking over to him, "I don't know why you're freaking out, b-"
"I'm not freaking out."
"Then what are you doing?"
"I-just can't figure out why this is happening, I mean why now of at times?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, but then I remembered, I remembered what Emme told me the first time I met the ghosts before their travel. When all of the 'newly deads' were partying, not having a care in the world, she said to me that they were actually dreading leaving their haunted abode because at some point they will have to face death(again), and all the emotions felt during the time of their death in the same setting. 'It's so cruel. So unfair.' She had said.
"Oh.."
"..."
"Michael..?" He silently stands up from the ground, I look up at him, trying to predict his next movement. He starts to bang his head against the wall, repentantly. "Hey, stop it!" I hastily stand up and try to hold him back but he was stronger than I was, he got out of my grasp and crashed his head even harder each time. No matter how hard I tried he kept on hurting himself, his final blow made the side of his head break open and bleed. He stopped and leaned his head against the wall, his jet black blood splattered against the wall and starts to run down it. He stood in silence as I stood in fear. I don't know what to do. He sighed and closed his eyes

"I wish that could have killed me again." He states.

He's psychotic. That is a fact now. He looks at me and I tense up, the left side of his face is covered in blood, it even seeped into his eye causing the sclera to be completely black now. This stood out on his pale face and hair more than anything ever could.