Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, nor anyone associated with them
Hey guys, so this isn't the true sequel to Stalker, but a companion piece to Stalker, dealing with the aftermath of everything thats happened. The idea belongs to Wait . I. Know . you Also, if you thought Frank was bad, you haven't seen Ian's dad...although he's not as bad as Frank was.
Laughter...
insane laughter...
Anthony looked around at the darkness...her laughter was ringing in his ears...he gasped as she appeared before him...blood dripping down her throat, she was smiling at him from ear to ear...at him...she giggled,, causing more blood to go down her throat...his eyes widened in fear, at the sight of his friends behind her...
Dead...
He shook his head as she pulled out a knife...
Anthony gasped, and immediately woke up, he was sweating profusley, and shaking like crazy...he looked around at the hospital room, gasping for breath. He sighed and laid back down, once sure he was safe...he wished he wasn't in a room by himself, he'd ask the doctor tommorrow if they could move him in with Ian.
The shadows seemed so much more sinister...and even though he knew she was dead...that she couldn't get him or hurt him anymore...he was still very uncomfortable being by himself. It was like he could still feel her watching...he sighed, and groaned, as his side flared up...
Both Frank and the girl had done a number on him...emotionally, mentally, and physically.
He sighed once again...before coughing...he took a napkin and coughed into it...when he noticed blood on it. He furrowed his brow, before coughing up more blood...he sighed and tossed the napkin away...he hoped that No one else would notice, after all of this, they didn't need anything else to worry about.
He sighed and threw away the napkin, after wrapping it up in a clean one, before sighing and trying to go back to sleep.
The next morning, when the doctor came in to do his check ups. Anthony told him about last night.
" Well Mr. Padilla, you did just undergo a very, very traumatic experience. So, nightmares, will be expected I can give you a prescription for medication, to make them stop if you like." Said the doctor.
" Yes, please and thank you." Said Anthony, as the doctor wrote a few things down.
" And, as for the coughing of the blood, I still may need to determine why, but its possible, that the combination of the stab wounds, and several of your organs, being damaged, as well as your rib, almost puncturing your lung might have contributed. It should pass, once you're healed." Said the doctor, Anthony nodded...well, at least it wasn't life threatning.
" And I'll also see what I can do, about letting you share a room with Mr. Hecox."
"Thank you." Said Anthony, once the doctor left, A nurse then wheeled in his brother...and Anthony wondered how much he'd heard.
" Not too long now." Said the nurse leaving...
" I wanted to come and...I'm sorry." Said Kevin, he'd practically begged the nurse to let him go with his brother...at least until he'd heard the doctor talking...and now, an aching guilt ate away at him...
" Kev, remember what I said? Its not your fault..." Said Anthony, gently brushing some of his brother's bangs.
" Yeah, thats why you coughed up blood last night." He grumbled, Anthony sighed...he hated Frank even more, because he was the one making Kevin feel like he was responsible.
" Look, I'm ok, I'm alive, and the coughing is gonna stop once I feel better...now please stop blaming yourself." Said Anthony. Kevin sighed and looked up at him...Matthew's words playing in his mind.
"Its all your fault, because of you Frank and that girl hurt Anthony, Ian and everyone else...I hate you!"
He sighed and looked down...Anthony sighed, there was definetly something he needed to do about his brother's low self esteem, and self-blaming. He clearedhis throat, resisting the urge to cough...that wouldn't help Kevin...he groaned slightly, and placed a hand on his chest... clearing his throat a few more times, before sighing.
Kevin's eyes widened, Anthony immediately gave him a reassuring smile.
" I'm ok, its just...nothing." He replied, Kevin immediately began to wheel himself out, Anthony sighed and rubbed his weary temples, when Ian walked in.
" Rough time?" Asked his best friend, going over, and sitting by his bedside.
" He's blaming himself, when he shouldn't...and I'm worried that, he's gonna do something drastic." Said Anthony, Ian sighed, and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
" If it helps, I'll ask The others to keep an eye on him." Said Ian, Anthony opened his mouth to agree but stopped, he wanted to give Kevin his space, but he also wanted to make sure nothing happened.
" I'll think about it." Said Anthony, when he told Ian about the nightmare.
" Don't worry, she's gone now...and she's never coming back." Said Ian reassuringly, Anthony smiled and hugged his best friend, even if he knew that it was still true...hearing Ian say it, made it seem...better, and more official.
"Thanks." Said Anthony, Ian smiled and hugged him ack.
"Anytime." Said Ian, when the heard someone clear their throat, Ian sighed and stood up.
" Dad."
"Ian."
Anthony looked down awkwardly, Ian's father was very controlling over Ian, and had always tried to dictate every decision in his son's life...and needless to say, he hadn't exactly approved of Anthony, or anything Ian did really...at all.
" Why don't we step outside, since I don't really think hearing us argue would be great for my friend's health." Said Ian coldly, his father sneered, at him.
" You mean the one who got you in here in the first place?" Asked his father, clenched his hands into fists...when Anthony grabbed his wrist... he didn't want Ian to get hurt, anymore than he already was. His father glanced at Anthony coldly, before walking away.
" I'm sorry Ant." Said Ian, Anthony smiled warmly.
"Its fine, hey how about later we do that lunchtime?" Asked Anthony excitedly, hoping to change the subject. Ian smiled at his best friend, he was glad that Anthony was feeling at least a little bit better...especially after what just happened.
" Sure." He replied, with a small smile.
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