I walked away from the conversation managing to not be noticed. I traveled back outside. To my surprise there was a large number of people. A crowed. They were news reporters investigating the controversies surrounding the men I killed. They seemed particularly interested in me. "Boy! Is it true that you killed these 4 men like a video game character!?" one shouted. "Is this proof that video games make killers!?" another shouted. Typical reporters. They paid no attention to the fact that I just killed 4 men; rather they would blame video games. In my rage I flipped off the camera. One of the policemen came over and pulled me away. "Listen son, a lot of reports are gonna badger you about this. Just keep your head down and keep walking. I'm sure that little gesture will be on the news." He explained. Taking his advice I went inside with my family. Mom was sitting there with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. She was using this situation as an excuse to drink.
The officers finally left after shooing away the news reporters. They advised me to get some sleep. I simply went to my room. Tears began streaming down my face. But not only because of what just happened. I got on my face book page on my phone and checked my unread message. I had one from Mackenzie. It read "chase this has to stop. You've been crying constantly and its no secret. Every time you post it's somehow about how you're hurting and how you miss me. I warned you this would happen if we dated before we were both ready. I'm sorry but we shouldn't be friends anymore". She had already unfrended me on face book. She wouldn't respond to a single text. I fell on my bed sobbing. I lost her. Not just as the love of my life but as a friend. I would have given anything to end it all right then and there. As if my life and been bad enough with the loss of my father and multiple heartbreaks. This was worse than anything I had ever felt.
My life felt like it was over. The love of my life didn't even want to speak to me anymore. I had nowhere to turn. I texted Jason. Jason's a rather eccentric person. He's seen heart break far worse than mine. I go to him for advice often. We talked for sometime. He was unable to provide an answer. It was too much even for him. I cried myself to sleep yet again. I awake the next morning at my usual time, 3pm. Like always I had to force myself out of bed. I looked at my phone and noticed I had several missed calls. 3 from Kyle and 4 from van. I hit call back and it range maybe twice before I got an answer. It was Kyle. "Dude are you ok!?" he yelled into the phone stinging my ear. "Yeah im fine" I replied. "Dude I saw the news this morning, about those gang dudes who broke in your house last night" he explained. "Nothing to worry about dude, im fine." I said. "But dude that's so cool! To took all 4 out without breaking a sweat man! You're a freakin hero!" he said. "Some hero. I killed them dude. I took 4 lives." I said. "Dude relax man, you saved your fam! The news called you a hero dude. Even if you flipped off the camera!" he laughed. I didn't laugh; I simply sat there quietly. Kyle knows me very well. He picked up on this. "Dude what's wrong?" he asked. "Its Mackenzie. She…isn't my friend anymore" I said, trying not to cry. I explained to him about the message she left me. Like I said, Kyle knows me very well. He knows how badly this was hurting me.
"Dude how about we got with van and head to the mall for a bit huh?" he asked. Van, Kyle, Mackenzie and I often hung out around the mall. It was where van and Kyle took me when I was feeling depressed. We practically lived there. I Agreed and called van. He had the same reaction as Kyle. He dropped by my house and we went to the mall. There's a few stores I go to. Hot topic, the store with all my metal shirts, game stop for new games and merch like that. And a store who's name I never knew. I called it "the sword place" because this store carried weapons. Samurai katanas, pocketknives, tomahawks, broad swords and every other bladed weapon imaginable. I also nerd out over swords. Been my thing since I was 5. "Dude check this out! Twin 18th century wakazashis!" I said. The wakazashi is a katana but shorter. Typically there used in pairs because of their smaller size. This pair was functional, or very very sharp. "Dude I want these" I said. I put the wakazashis down and picked up a call of duty black opps tomahawk replica. Also very sharp.
"Dude if the zombie apocalypse ever happens lets come here" van said. "Nah, dude if Russia or North Korea invades then well come here" I said. Van was always joking about the idea of a zombie apocalypse. I was a bit more serious. Our next stop was so we could look at the guns in back. They had rifles, pistols and whatever other gun we wanted. Once we were 18 anyways. As of now we could only look. We left the mall and headed home. Once home, I went back into my room to repeat my nightly routine. Lie down and cry myself to sleep. I went to sleep like always and dreamt about Mackenzie. Again, like always. I was having trouble sleeping. My dreams contained very loud noises. I soon found out why, when I woke up my right side was burning. My roof was collapsed and somehow it landed around me instead of on me. My right arm and face were burned. Planes flooded the skies above me and I could hear bombs being dropped. The United States of America was being invaded.