~Sorry everyone! There is a typo in the last chapter -_-… It's supposed to be Chapter 8 not 7. And yes everyone I am back! BlackSirens here and I hope you enjoy this Chapter. For the past two years I've been lacking motivation to write. Again, I will have no consistent schedule. That's a warning. Hope you enjoy!~
Chapter 9- Kiss, HER?
The school day went pretty well, despite it being a SCHOOL day. I usually go to beat kids up but I guess no one perked my interest. Probably because Mike isn't in control anymore and they can't insult him. I walk over to my bag which is at the opposite end of my bedroom and I rustle through to grab the assigned homework. I plop myself on the edge of the bed and begin to write, and think.
I locked the others up for good, which is half pleasing half heart wrenching. Lately, especially the last two weeks, I feel like a piece of me is missing. All of my empathy for other people has seemed to go away. I feel so tired and so weak all the time I don't have the energy to feel that for anyone else. I know I will miss them, ha, and they will NEVER forgive me for this one so no point in going back. I guess they are really gone from my life…
~Flashback~
"Well, I think it's a good show." Vito says while sitting across from me in the living room. I keep quiet. I don't exactly agree with him, but it isn't my place to speak u- "Mal? Do you like the show?" Mike asks, interrupting my train of thought. I shake my head, then look down to my hands. I notice that Mike always asks for my input. Maybe I should say something. Before anyone can speak, I finally reply, "It's not that good." I blurt. My face goes red. I shouldn't have spoken. I shouldn't have. Is it weird for me to not like social interaction? Even with my family? I draw with Mike but… but…
Manitoba laughs and I look up quickly. "I kinda agree mate! Johnny Test is as annoying as a leg wrapped inside a thorn bush!" He laughs, and so does everyone else. Vito play pushes him, and starts to die laughing.
I feel a hand come into contact with my leg. I whip my head up to see Mike smiling at me, with a sincere look. "Hey buddy? I kind of agree too. Don't tell Vito though." He says, and I laugh. All of us, Manitoba, Vito, Mike, Svetlana, and me… start to laughter so hard that our sides hurt when Svetlana points out the fact that Mike looks like a darker version of Johnny Test… ehehe, and she wasn't wrong.
~End of Flashback~
A tear drops down onto my pencil, and slides down it painfully, until it reaches the pages of my homework. I sniffle, and try wiping the tears away but they just keep pouring out of me. Thinking back to the fun moments really shows me how close we used to be. Something changed but I can't wrap my head around what. Maybe it was me? Them? Things were the same. I protected Mike, and we all talked like close members of a family. We ate meals together, we played together, and we made stories and acted them out like plays for Chester… "URG!" I throw my book across the room. The pages scatter everywhere, and I look at my pencil, and break it. Seriously, what changed? Slowly, my "family" started to talk to me less and less. Because of this, I locked myself in my room. I felt so unwanted.
HA! Now they are unwanted! "Ahahah!" I laugh and go over, grabbing the papers rapidly, shoving them in my bag. They are the ones locked up, not me! Not me not me! They are! "HAHAHA!" I scream, throat burning and eyes watery.
It's the next day, and I spent all night pondering in guilt and questioning life choices. Nothing major. I overslept so I don't have time to eat breakfast but that doesn't bother me. I'm finishes getting ready and I grab my book bag, flinging it around my back. I skip down the stairs, happy to be my own person. When I turn the corner of the wall from the stairs, I am met by my father's drunken face, looming over me. I get a shiver down my spine.
"Oh, Mike, the hair." He fumbles on his words, and his hand covers half of his own face. Mocking my hair. I growl under my breath. "Not funny… dad." I reply in annoyance. He snickers, stumbling towards me, and he tosses and empty beer can to the side of the room. "I see you're playing games again Michael," He hiccups, "I don't like when you play games. Fix your hair you little shit-" He wobbles towards me, but I feel my hand reaching out, and slapping him away. The both of us stare at each other in shock, until I push him out of my way and bolt as fast as I can out the door. I feel a wind pass my neck, and I can only assume that he waved his hand to grab me by the collar but missed. As I reach the bus, entering, I realize he will be extremely mad at me when I get home. I really hope he was drunk enough to forget. Huh. It's kind of sad when you have to say I WISH my dad was drunk enough.
I enter the bus with a stern face, and sit in the back, glaring at all the annoying kids that have made fun of me and Mike in the meantime. When I sit down, I fix myself up a bit because I was in such a rush. I probably look like a mess but do I really care? Not really.
I turn my head and catch view of long dirty blonde hair flowing behind a shorter female body. She flips her hair out of her face and reveals her bright blue eyes. Her lips glisson, and a perfect shade of pink glazes her cheeks. Freckles dance all over her face, neck and body. It's Alli. The girl who is sort of friends with Mike, and asked me for a pencil. My mouth drops when I see her plop a seat next to me. I quickly shut my mouth, and try to act as casual as possible. Oh crap-a-roni. She just looked at me. My cheeks are burning, and I can only hope they are slightly red. Please don't say anything please don't… I don't want to sound like and idiot.
"Hey Mal. How are you?" She asks, while pulling a book out of her bag. Mission abort! Retreat! Uh… fall back! Mayday? SOS?
"I'm Mal- I mean, I'm good. You're Alli, right Alli?" Oh god. I feel like I have no control of what I'm saying. Why did I have to say her name twice? Does that make me look like a stalker? Oh I am so not good at this. She chuckles while pulling her bookmark out of her book. I read the title. "Misery". A Stephen King fan and it's a horror novel!
"Yes. My name is Alli." She says between eye scans through her book. I nod, creepily. I guess being a personality really limits your social skills. I never feel like this. I always feel in control of the situations I am in. Social ones, not mental ones. So why am I having such a hard time? I don't LIKE her. I would never ever date anyone! I'm Mal for Christ's sake! I would not date HER either! I would not… kiss, her? No! I shake my head, and look back to continue the so called conversation.
"A-Are you reading Stephen King?" I ask, and her eyes perk up like a puppy who was reunited with their owner after a long day. She whips around to face me, and grabs my shoulder, sending butterfly signals to my stomach. I gulp in agony from the intense feeling.
"You know him? I can't believe it! Most people don't like Stephen King. Can you believe it?" She perks, holding her book graciously. I nod, tuning in, finally.
"Of course I know Stephen King. King of horror, so to speak. He's written the best scary stories ever!" I say, and she squeals, agreeing with me. "Have you read Misery?" She asks, while holding the book cover up to my face. I laugh and nod happily. It feels good to talk to someone. I get a tingling sensation in my head, as if her voice itself is connecting with me.
"Of course I've read Misery! The part when she hobbles him? Taking out his feet so he can't escape?" I ask, and she nods once more. "So good." She replies, as my bookbag flies into the seat in front of me from the sudden stop of the bus. Alli soon gets up, and smiles at me. "I'll see you later Mal. And tell Mike I said hi." She walks away after a wave, carrying the book in her hand. I get up, all flustered, and walk out the door a little bit later. Oh my gosh. Alli… I think I might… I-I think I may like you!
~Mike's POV~
The blood running from my nose is agonizing. How I hate blood. So wet and gross and… red. EW! I know Vito is with me and that is a good thing, but it is so dark that I will trip on one of the others if I take one more step. Or, if they are even here. "V-Vito?" I whisper faintly, "Have you run into any of the others?" Oh how I'm hoping he has. "No." He says, and my heart sinks. I now know why Mal would do something like this… but still. He doesn't seem like the sweet little guy I used to know from my childhood. I can't talk to the others about this because I'm sure they will shut down my opinion real quick. "We have to find them." I say with fake confidence, as my body shakily stands. I reach out in blindness, and help Vito up. "Thanks little dude. We will. Don't worry." He says, but I can hear his heavy breathing. I grip his hand so we won't get lost, and the two of us slowly but surely start to walk around, screaming the other's names in hopes to find them in the black abyss of my former mind, now taken by someone I wrongfully love…
Next Chapter (Descent to Madness): Mal confesses his feelings for Alli, and also what he's done. Mike and the others find a secret room, and Mal seems to be in a sticky mental situation…
To be continued! :)
