Um so It's been awhile since I wrote.. well this story.
But I reread it and thought to myself, "Hey I was going somewhere with this, might as well try again."
So future apology if i make Cry and Pewdiepie to OOC It's been awhile since I wrote these two.
( they don't play together as much right now do they.)
Also future apology for spelling and grammar, Spanish is still my first language but I belive I go this english thing down.
ON WITH THE STORY
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felix Point Of View (pewdie)
I sat up on my bed screaming with pain, I immediately went to clutch my bleeding leg. My scream woke up marzia with a jump, she turned to me with panic in her eyes "Felix! what's wrong-" her words cut off mid sentence when her gaze went to my leg. "Oh my god what happened!?" she yelled in disbelief as she got out of bed.
"I, I don't know!" I lied through clench teeth, she wouldn't believe me whatsoever if I told her I got it in a dream, heck even I still didn't believe it and I personally saw it myself. "Ah, Ah! We need something to stop the bleeding!" She yelled as she ran into the bathroom. I heard drawers being opened and slam shut.
As blood poured out of my deep wound I can physically the color drain from my skin "Marzia! Call 911!" I yelled to her as I saw my vision draken around the edges. Marzia came running back into the room and threw a towel at me. I grabbed it and put it against the stab wound.
As Marzia dialed 911 I couldn't help but wonder if Ryan was okay and if it's only just me that these nightmares are happening to. And wasn't I sitting at the computer? How in the world did I get into my bed?
As I struggled to hold on to my consciousness and image flashed through my mind, Deep red eyes, a sharp tooth smile hold up by stitches, long black claw like finger nails and a familar yet so different mask "September 21st 2015." I remember his psychopathic voice saying, that's a year away… what would that… monster do on that day?
"Felix!, Felix!" I didn't realize that I fell back onto my back but I hear Mariza voice fading away, I chuckled sadly and thought 'I might not even make it to that day.' with that my world faded black.
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Cry's Point of view
"Sir do you not remember what attacked you?" The investigator said to me, I was propped up against some pillows with my leg wrapped in a lot of bandages. Everything was white to the hospital's walls to the sheets and to the gown, suddenly an image flashed through my mind and I saw blood splattered everywhere but it went away as fast as it came.
"Sir?" I snapped out of my lifeless gaze I had on the wall and looked towards the investigator "Um, um I'm sorry, what was your question?" the second investigator who was looking out the window earlier was now looking at me and she said "I know you must be tired but please stay focus." I nodded my head "Yes, yes I'm sorry."
The male investigator who was asking the question studied my for a sec and said "Have you've been sleeping well sir?" I chuckled and said "Does the dark circles under my eyes and pale skin answer your question?" he didn't say anything but the female did "Just answer the question sir." I sighed 'Looks like these aren't the type to take a joke.' I thought to myself "No I haven't been able to sleep well."
The male then said "Sir do you have an abusive lover?" I blinked a couple times at the sudden question and said "What do you mean by that?" the investigator flipped through his notes and said "You have various different type of wounds all over your body, bruises, cut marks scattered all over your upper half, these wounds do not look self inflicted especially the ones on your back."
memories flashed through my mind as I remembered all the times Mad Cry manage to corner me and slash his knife or claws into me. I always woke up before he managed to do some serious damage but He always managed to leave a mark after every encounter we had. "Sir?" I snapped out of my thoughts and I was certain they saw the scared look in my eyes but I shook my head and but back on a poker face before they could comment on it .
"Im tired. " I said as I began to move the pillows so I can lay down "But sir, I'-" I cut off the investigator by saying "It's 5:00am I've been awake since 3:00am I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." I know I'm acting suspicious and I see the glances the two detectives give each other but I ignore it and laid down. I closed my eyes "Please leave." I said with a yawn, 'How in the world do I explain to them that I was attacked in my dream! this isn't freddy krueger and If I did tell them, they'll believe i'm mentally unstable and inflicted these wounds on myself!'
'well I am sort of unstable.. I mean I made Mad Cry and was constantly mentally abused by him.' I let out a sigh at that thought 'Maybe I do need psychiatrist.' I realized the investigators didn't leave "I said please leave." There was shuffling and the female said "understood, you'll speak to you once you're rested."
I heard the door open, footsteps then close. I let out a long sigh and rubbed my face, for some odd reason I wasn't afraid to sleep. It's like HE disappeared "September 21st 2015." Is what he said, I didn't have time to ponder this because my exhaustion finally caught up to me and I went into a deep sleep.
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Male detective Point Of view
"Things don't add up, there was no sign of forced entry, it was clean cuts trough and trough like if he hadn't even bother to fight… It will be understandable if it was one, you know a quick swipe, but three cuts, that look like claw marks?" I said to Olivia as I shook my head of disbelief. "Also there are previous signs of abuse, and he looked scared when we mentioned a second party… he probably knows the attacker but is too afraid to admit it." Olivia said I nodded my head in agreement and then said "He was also attacked at age 7 by his father right? that's why he has that scar." Olivia nodded her head as she drank her coffee"It's better to let him rest… he looks sleep deprived."
I sighed and drank from my own cup 'Some things just don't add up, all the blood was on the bed but… his computer was still on but It was on his desktop, no open programs. And he had his normal clothes on when he was on the bed…. somethings not adding up."
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Welp that's the end of this chapter but OH MY GOD september 21 2015
I made the last chapter a year ago
also someone please tell me if you want me to continue this, since it's so old I doubt anyone will read it.
and if no one does I always assume no one cares if it's updated and I lose inspiration.. I mean that's what happen last time
