I AM BACK!- BlackSirens here again with Chapter 7. I am finally back from vacation and going into school. That means I will be back to writing. Now I have some good news, and some bad news. The bad news is that I won't be continuing the Spongebob fanfic, for I don't think that is a good story to write. Instead, I will be working on a Heathers fanfic of Ram x Kurt. (Heathers is an amazing musical, and a great movie. Check it out.) I will totally have the inspiration to write that, along with "Mal the Forgotten."
DISclaimer: I do NOT own Mike from "Total Drama", or any of his personalities. They are also not sponsored although I do recommend watching the amazing show, "Total Drama". You instantly get captivated by the amazing plot, humor, and eye catching character personalities (No pun intended for Mike) and designs.
Thanks To: My family and friends are the main people that convince me to turn my creative passion into writing. Especially my best friend (Not mentioning names). We get together every weekend to talk about/and or do fanfiction and watch "Total Drama". Thanks! :), and I love all the people who support me!
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Title Drops: Every chapter, I will DROP that title into the story. The title will not be underlined. I just underlined the title in the first chapter so you could get the idea. Pretty simple.
Chapter 7- Original?
I'm losing it. I'm freaking losing it! My mind keeps flying back and forth with questions. Is Mike mad at me? Should I take over? Should I just apologize? I suddenly feel myself not being able to breathe well, and instead I am hyperventilating. I get up from my bed and start pacing back and forth. I look at the clock beside me, and it's around the time I usually go to bed. Which means I need to deal with Mike's father to protect Mi- wait a minute! I don't need to do crap! Why do I need to suffer? Well I don't. Mike can just go ahead and deal with HIS drunk father that beats ME senseless every day.
I find myself walking to the mirror room. WHAT THE HELL MAL? I thought I told myself I wouldn't. Well apparently I am because I am walking towards the mirror. I am so confused that I can't even decide what I want. Well, I want three things. The three options that I have, I want ALL of them! The first option, is to go to Manitoba and sob and apologize (I'm a freaking sissy) and to beg for forgiveness then follow his rules and never take over again so things can go back to the way they were. Then I can feel love, and get hugged like a couple days ago, or like a couple years ago. The second option is to completely lose my mind, which is already halfway done. I yelled at the others, then ran off laughing like I'm in an insane asylum; and to take control of the mind because I more than deserve it. I want to be the original, and finally have some power around here, and to have a purpose. The third option is to protect Mike at all costs, which is the one I am somewhat following now. He means the world to me, you have no idea what it was like when I first came. All six of us in the mind where as happy as could be. Getting along and having fun… until one day I found out who Mike's father really was. An abuser. I didn't know what that meant back in the day, being only around 6 or 7 years old. But I knew that Mike would get hit by this man if I didn't do anything. I never told anyone. Not one soul. As time flew by, I started to protect him in school. That's when things started to change. Mike got scared of me, and he didn't want to play with me anymore. Then Manitoba made up the rules. I just got angrier and angrier. Nothing was fixed.
I feel like I can fix it all but at the same time I feel like I can finally show everyone what it's like to be me. What it's like to not understand my own emotions. What it's like to hate yourself so much! I slam open the door to the mirror room, and see our father drunk. This must be Mike's vision. I then take control. My god, I'm so dumb.
I awaken in the real world, and see my dad, or, I don't really like saying "my dad", because I don't think of him as one. I usually say Douglas. I give him a glare, as he gives a grin with his beer stained teeth. I feel a gag coming on…. "BOLEH!" I say out loud uncontrollably. Oh great. Douglas storms on over to me, beer in hand, then grabs my face hard. "What did you just say to me Mike?" God I hate it when people call me Mike. People at school, the principal, HIM! I just HATE IT! AHH! "My name isn't mike!" I blurt. Well, it isn't. "Stop playing this little pretend game Michael Cory Smith! I am sick and tired of your games." He says, while each painful word is taken in with a pinch of bitterness. I try to take his hand off of my cheek, but then I feel a painful jab at my head as I fall to the ground. I see his left hand clenching a now broken beer bottle.
Then my mom comes running in. Oh thank god. She gets right in front of me, holding her hand out to him. "Stop it Douglas please! You can't hit your son with a glass bottle!" She is crying. I've never seen mom yell at him like that, or be so brave. Maybe a couple times, but not to this level. "What did you say to me… darling?" The word darling grits through his teeth. He doesn't love her. He can't. A vile creature like him isn't capable of feeling love. Not even towards Mike, his own kid. So why does mom stay with him? I've always wondered that. I just lay on the floor as the two glare at each other. I sit up a bit and feel the back of my head to examine the damage. Ouch… I'm bleeding. It hurts so badly as I fight tears that are about to come from the throbbing pain, but I don't cry. I've been beaten too many times to really cry full out. It's the loss from the ones I love that makes me want to cry.
Douglas walks away, a little tipsy, as mom runs over to me and picks me up. I smile a bit, but then cringe. "Oh Mal, that looks bad…" SEE!? She understands! THANK THE LORD!
"Mom?" I ask, "Why do you call me Mal, and the others by their names? Don't you think we are imaginary?" I frown as she frowns too. Everyone thinks we are made up… like a game. "I have a feeling Mike isn't lying." She winks at me. I feel a smile of pure joy spread across my face. We have such a loving mother. Mom has actually thought about therapy, to understand what is "wrong" with us. But Douglas won't budge. He says he won't be raising a "freak". Gosh, I can feel the fatherly love.
After I get cleaned up, I return for the mind for some good night rest. That means Mike is now in charge. Or one of the others I have no idea and I don't really care. The only time Mike really hangs out with us is when I take over, one of the others take over, or when his body is asleep out in the real world, but he won't be asleep in here. Then we all get to talk. Or, THEY all get to talk. I stopped doing that a couple years ago, but I always get the urge to join. Maybe I should? Nah, I would never. Especially not now! I almost made Manitoba cry, and- "OW!" I say outloud as I feel the pain in my head again. Stupid beer bottle! Anyway, what was I saying?
Right, I almost made Manitoba cry, and I laughed like something in me broke. Something DID break. My heart….
I get out of the mirror room and then I go to my room, well, I almost went to my room. I stop and hear laughter and talking coming from the livingroom. I feel my eyes tear up again, and this time I might cry. Oh how I want to join, but I can't. They are all mad! AT ME! What should I do?
Maybe I should go out there! Oh that would really show them! Show them that even if they think I'm not a member of this family anymore, I can still be out in OUR mind. Not Mike's. Ours! Who cares if there is an original? WE ALL SHOULD BE!
"Hi." I say through the doorway of the living room, and all eyes fall on me. I try to give a casual smile, but I'm afraid it makes me look like I just farted. "Uh…" Vito starts to say but I can tell that's all that will come out of his mouth. Even Chester is here, his eyes beaming on me. "W-what are you all up to…?" I ask, but then remember I'm trying to act casual, as if the last three years of my life didn't happen. "Yeah, what's up?" I say again, more clear and not in such an awkward tone. Mike looks at Manitoba then Manitoba looks at me. "We are just talking about, stuff?" Mike states in a question, acting like that question is meant in a way like, "Just stuff. There. Is that answer satisfying? Can you leave now?" but he didn't say that. Ooh but he meant it all right. "What kind of stuff Mike?" I ask. Wow good one. I even added his name for a little spice. I am playing it good. Mike then looks at Manitoba again, hoping for help. Manitoba looks at me, with a small glare as well. I can understand why. "Well, mate, we are just talking about how our days went, thank kind of thing." Manitoba says. Ha, funny. I don't recall talking about your day being so funny. AW MAN! That would have been the perfect thing to say out loud. Wait a minute? Why can't I? "Ha, funny. I don't recall talking about how your day goes being so funny." I say with a really big forced smile. Then I see their faces change to worry, and sweat forms on Mike's forehead. God they are terrible liars.
"Fine, if you MUST know Mal, ve are talking about ze comedian on ze TV show called, 'Time to Laugh', so there. That is not a lie." Svetlana says with complete finality. Yeah right, this conversation is not over sweetheart. "Thanks for not lying. Such a doll. Maybe you three boys can learn some manners from this lovely lady."
"Mate, you better not give us attitude." I get a bit closer. "Oh really Manitoba? Well, I didn't know I started existing again at 2:00 pm!" I get a little more bitter. I can feel a fight boiling up. And to think this all started because I wanted to hang out with them.
I smile a bit on the inside, because I actually shut him up! Wooh! Victory.
Chester then steps in. "You little whippersnapper! Stop trying to stir up trouble!" I roll my eyes, but then Mike gets up. "Hey Mal! You were never invisible! Just a jerk!" He screams. Little ol' Mike standing up for himself. How cute. If only he knew the truth about me saving his butt from his father almost every day. I get even closer to him, now standing right in front of his face with an evil glare. I see fear in his eyes. Good. "Just a jerk huh? So is that why everyone here was ignoring me?" Mike nods. "Is that so? Goodness I didn't know you all had it in you to be ice cold b****es!"
Everyone in the room gasps, and gets wide eyed. I just cursed didn't I? Well that's super. "Malevolent Smith! How dare you say such a word!" Manitoba screams and gets up, pushing Mike aside to talk to me. "It was bad enough that you start running around here like a kangaroo on crack, laughing creepily, and what you said to me was just awful; but you do not resort to petty name calling!" He shouts in my face. I can feel the hot blood in my body fill from head to toe in pure rage. I start screaming too. "Petty name calling huh? I'm just going easy on you!" I've been holding in my rage for too long. Far too long. Four years too long. I can feel my words about to break, and in two seconds I'm about to have no mouth filter.
"You son of a % &*# why don't you go !&^!#$ be a professional *&%*# explorer so I can watch you go die in the mountains you didgeridoo playing &*%$-tard wannabe AUSSIE!"
His face…. is…. mortified. Everyone's is. I don't think anything I've ever said has made a room this quiet and shocked. "Well…" I say, "What do you have to say?" I really am curious. I want to know what is running through his head. He opens his mouth, but then shuts it. I've never seen Manitoba this perplexed and dumbfounded before. It's kind of nice in a way. Then, Mike gets next to Manitoba and speaks, "See? A jerk-" Mike is the cut off by a tear hitting him on the hand. He looks over and sees that our eldest brother is….
CRYING!? I see Manitoba's tears flood his cheeks, and I don't think I've ever seen him this upset. Mike is holding him in a flash. "No no, d-don't cry!" He says to Manitoba, as I just stand there in disbelief and guilt. I don't know what to say. Now I've made things worse! I really do want them to love me again, but also make them feel pain. Why do I want this? What is wrong with me!? "Manitoba? I am so-" I try to get closer and apologize, but his hands meet my chest as I am thrusted to the ground. I let out a grunt and look up at him, towering over me crying. One of his tears lands right on my left cheek. "Mal! What is wrong with you!?" I get up and back away into the wall as Manitoba is yelling/crying. "I hate you so much I can't even describe! All you have done for the past couple years is disobey me, make us cry, yell at us, and we just don't know why! What the hell is wrong with you!? And you make notes about wanting people DEAD!? And you laugh like a maniac? There is something WRONG WITH YOU! Why can't you just be NICE!?" He screams with 100% hatred.
Then, I feel something from inside of me. The one strand holding me together broke… and I can no longer feel anything, except for blind rage. I don't know how to control it all, and I don't. I start to laugh. Harder and harder, until that laugh breaks into a laugh/maniac cry. I can't see anything but anger. Red, infuriating, anger. I can't lie anymore. I can't hold myself back anymore, and I just start to yell.
"I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT BE KIND!" I scream.
"How Mal? How?" Mike says as he gets in front of Manitoba, facing me. Oh he'll get an answer all right.
I get right in his face and laugh for about two seconds before screaming again. "I STARTED TO STAND UP FOR YOU BECAUSE YOUR FATHER IS ABUSIVE! HE'S DONE SO MANY THINGS TO ME THAT I QUESTION MYSELF, WHY DON'T I STOP TAKING THE HITS FROM YOUR FATHER! WHY DON'T I JUST LET YOU GET BEAT UP HUH? WELL I DON'T KNOW! SO I STOOD UP FOR YOU ALL THAT TIME WHILE I WAS SLOWLY LOSING MY MIND!"
He is silent, and looks wide eyed.
"THEN I TRIED TO PROTECT YOU EVEN MORE BY DOING IT IN SCHOOL! BUT THEN YOU ALL STARTED YELLING AT ME AND GETTING MORE AND MORE DISTANT! I WAS SO AFRAID THAT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! AND YOU *$% HOLES DIDN'T HELP ME ONE BIT! YOU JUST ABANDONED ME LIKE SOME OLD TOY! AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHY!" Mike's eyes are now fresh full of tears, and so are mine. I give a death glare, and he backs up. "Wow," I heave. "I didn't know I had that in me but it FEEL GREAT MIKE! What do YOU HAVE TO SAY NOW KNOWING JUST HOW BIG OF AN $ & HOLE YOU ARE!?"
He does that whimper sound people do when they cry, and he sounds like a pathetic little loser. Like a stray puppy that got stomped on by an owner. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He pleads, but you know what?
"Too late for apologies…." I say in a deep, creepy voice. I then feel power surging through me. I get lifted off the ground, getting an insane look in my eye the higher I go. They all stare at me in fear as I get lifter up to the very top of the brain, hovering over all of them. I laugh, to get the pain out. It feels great. "How about I spend a little time being the original? You should take a break Michael…" I say, my voice echoing in all directions. "And I am going to love it so very MUCH!" Then, I lift my right hand and chains start to sprout from the ground as they grab Mike's feel, and he starts to get dragged underground into total darkness. It happens to the others too. "Mal! Please don't do this!" Mike screams along with the others. "YEAH BRO! AHH!" Vito says while trying to claw himself up before he falls into the dark pit. I never knew I had this kind of power… this kind of… rage. It's amazing. The chains keep pulling them all. My voice gets even deeper, and has more of an echo.
"That dark pit you are going into is my fear. My pain. My suffering. Hope you all have fun in HELL! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!" I laugh as they are all dragged into the very bottom of my being…. The darkness.
I awaken in the real world. On Mike's bed. I give a snicker that echos through the house as my hair drops right in front of my eye. "Perfect… hehehehe…."
I was then in control. But now I am locked away. The bad road for me was the road to my defeat. What do you think…? "Huh…" I sigh as I pull my arms forward, only to be held back by chains. Here I am, four years later, still to this day planning my revenge, locked away in Mike's mind. I wonder if I can gather that power again after Mike is done with that stupid reality TV show thing. Total Drama? I think that's what it is. What a loser...
Next Chapter- "A Dream is a Wish"- Mal roams around life now causing trouble at school for fun, and starts to cause chaos everywhere he goes. That is… until he meets a girl that Mike has had a crush on for the longest time.
OMG! I had so much fun writing this chapter! It's good to be back from vacation. HAH! Oh, and Kurt x Ram is done and I will upload that tomorrow! Thanks for reading!