BlackSirens here again with Chapter 8. I just love this fanfiction so much! My passion for all of Mike's personalities is keeping me writing this story strong, and full of character. Fanfiction have given me so much happiness I can't begin to tell you how it makes me feel. Like all my creative thoughts are set free. I hope you enjoy this chapter of Mal, the Forgotten. Oh, and people seemed to like my Kurt x Ram fanfiction. So I will maybe make more fanfics on Heathers the musical. If you have any ideas for other fanfics, please comment!
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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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Chapter 7- A Dream is a Wish
Mike's P.O.V,
I open my blurry eyes and see nothing but pitch black. I try to squint and see something besides darkness but being teary eyed sure isn't helping. I wipe my eyes and take a couple deep breathes. Mal just locked us up. Me up! Inside of my own mind. Now he is in charge forever doing who knows what. I then think back to a time before all of this… when we were all kids…
Flashback,
"Mal come on! We are going to draw!" I say while Mal runs into the room with the box of crayons. He smiles at me as I smile back while we situate ourselves on the pink floor of my mind. After a while of drawing, he holds the paper up. I feel a bit uneasy seeing the picture. He drew all of us, as a family, but he drew himself smaller. The drawing of himself was scribbled out a lot, and a bit blurry with a bunch of dark colors surrounding himself in his drawing. I look past the picture to see his smiling face, but mine is anything but a smile. He gives a confused look as to why I am so perplexed at his masterpiece. "What's wrong? Don't you.. D-don't you like it?" He tears up. When Mal first came here, being the youngest in the mind, he was so scared. Nervous and didn't want to come out. As we grew up to be this age, seven and eight, I've noticed his really depressed personality. Even though he had joy around all of us in the mind, it took him quite a while to warm up to them.
He was always sensitive too. Always teared up when he thought one of us was upset with him. Especially Manitoba because he looks up to him. Manitoba is the eldest. The brave one. Mal always wanted to be like him and not himself. I can tell by this drawing, right here. He hates himself and I know it. He is my negative personality. It is quite clear. While Manitoba took my courage, Mal took my disbelief. When Vito took my strength, Mal took my grief. When Svetlana took my feminine side, Mal took my anger. When Chester took my complaints, Mal took my depression. My depression with kids at school, and my home life. My dad was never nice although I don't see much wrong with him. I just didn't like to be around him. Mal took that over apparently and I let him. Guess he likes my parents. He also recently started to take over at school although sometimes he gets into trouble. Chester told me I should start being cautious around Mal because of his negative personality but I don't listen. Here I am now, drawing with my best friend. My family member that I love so so much. I wouldn't let him go.
I look at Mal's drawing and give out a smile and say, "It's beautiful." He smiles and hangs it up on the wall. In a second Mal's arms are around my body. I hug him back.
End of Flashback,
Oh my god. "OH MY GOD!" I scream out loud as the tears I wiped away creep up again. "Ey yo what the heck dude? Why are you yelling?" I hear Vito's voice from behind me in the darkness. "V-Vito?" I say shaking. I am terrified. "Where are you?" I try and feel around, hoping to find my older brother. As I do this I think back to Mal and why I shouted 'oh my god'. I finally realize why. Why he did all of this. I never took the time to realize my own father was abusing him. He stood up for me even though he was younger than me and deserved to be protected. Not to protect. He tried to do it at school, but he was too broken to do it with a polite manner. He hit people without knowing why, and grew up only knowing the world from a bad light. That's why he wrote cruel notes about hoping people would die. He sees a world full of hate towards himself, and I did nothing to help.
I start to cry and desperately search for Vito faster. I feel my foot hit something and I tumble down onto my face. It hurts, and I start to feel a thicker liquid running down my face. It reaches my mouth as I lick my lips. No it's not my tears. It's blood. I groan, getting up as I search for what I tripped over. Then I grab something. "Ey! Mike! Mind taking your freaking hand off of my face." I jolt back startled, but give a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god it's just you Vito and not something else." I say. I can't see him, but I keep my hand on his leg. Vito shifts a bit. "You nearly took me out when you tripped over me."
"Ow…" I say, remembering the fall and I rub my face not able to clean this bloody nose without a tissue. It's going everywhere. "Are you hurt?" He asks while he feels around my legs to get to my face. He reaches my nose and cheek and I let out a wail. My cheek hurts too. I guess I busted up my entire face. We have to get the hell out of here.
Out of Mike's P.O.V,
I can't believe I just did that. I actually stood up to those worms, then locked them up! I give a sinister laugh and rub my hands together now knowing that I am in charge completely. No more being a personality. I am a person. Now they get to be forgotten and not me. They will know what it is like to be inside of my pain. 'Tis nothing but a cruel, dark place. I want everyone to feel how I feel. Not just them. Douglas too. He is a vile, smelly creature that lives off of my fear and alcohol. The kids at school. They bully me and call me fake. We will see who gets the last laugh. And adults? They can burn in hell too! They don't even try to understand. The only person I am considering to save is mom. She took care of me, called me Mal. For that… she can have her bloody life.
It is still night, but very close to sunrise. I glance at Mike's clock and read, 4:32am. Nothing to do but think, and wait. I start to imagine what the others might be going through inside of my dark mind. I snicker, hoping it is something awful. I use to give them too many chances. I should have known not to have hope. I hoped that they would like me again, like when we were younger. We used to play war games and snowball fights with rolled up pieces of paper. I always drew with Mike, too. Every day. BUT, then THEY all decided to shut me out. It progressed, and every day we hung out less and less until I spent all of my time alone. Even when that happened I still tried to defend Mike, hoping he still loved me. Hoping Manitoba would stop the rules and just talk to me like a person and not like an animal. Hoping Vito would see me as his little brother again and not a nuisance. Hoping Svetlana would embarrassingly dress me up again instead of pretending I didn't exist.
I'll admit, after they started to become distant I did lash out on them, but I know it was a desperate cry for help (as pathetic as that sounds). Whatever. If they can't take the time to love me, then I shouldn't take the time to think about the times I missed them. I don't anymore. They deserve their horrible fate.
I just sit on the bed until it is 6:00am. I decide now is the best time to get ready for the day. Finally, I get to wear what I want and not Mike's stupid blue shirts. I have to search for a long time but I find some dark colored jean ans and a black hoodie. I grab Mike's converse and get myself together, including brushing my teeth and hair. Man, so far being a lone wolf rocks! I am finally a person. A real person with my own body. This body… is now my own. Sense it is now mine I even get to enjoy every meal mom makes. She is a damn fine cook, and a hell of a good breakfast cook. No more eating cereal in silence.
I go down every step with my nose held high, smelling the pancakes. I sit down and when she turns around she is startled a bit. "Oh, Mal. I didn't know I would be greeting you this morning." She chuckles. I don't chuckle back. I am too angry. Although as angry and fixated I am on the others right now, I have to enjoy the pancakes. I take two off of the big plate in the middle and cut them up. Then I watch the thick, sugary liquid spread across my meal as I pour it, before taking my first delicious bite. I enjoy it.
Mom sits down across from me and eats, but stops to look at me and speak. "Your dad won't be up for a while because he is a little tipsy. So I decided to treat Mike, or in this case you, to pancakes." She says before taking another bite. What does she mean by Mike? She was going to treat Mike to this, for what? Mike doesn't deserve this just because Douglas is drunk and won't wake up. I deserve it. I save Mike's %$* all the time from his dad. I deserve every bite I get 1000x more than Mike ever will. And why did she say my dad!? "That disgusting human being isn't my dad." I say, with the word dad coming out long and hoarse. She stops mid chew but then swallows to gasp. "Mal! He may not be… um… the best role model for you but you can't just say that about my husband!" She slams her hands on the table. Okay, since when has mom been so… intense? First she yelled at Douglas for hitting me with a beer bottle, then she is yelling at me now. She use to never yell. She was always so sweet and shy. Not that she isn't sweet now, but it's like she went from introvert to extrovert.
Confused and dumbfounded, I decide to pick up my plate and get up to eat somewhere else. She may have caught me off guard, but she also made me mad. What does she know? She doesn't get abused by him. Sure verbally and mentally, but not physically. I understand what she is going through. She on the other hand, does not. Also, he sure as hell isn't a good role model. The worst one actually. He teaches me three lessons. Don't love the people you are supposed to love, solve your problems with violence, and drink alcohol.… my god. I am one beer can away from being the spitting image of Mike's father!
As I reach the sink I scrape the remains of the pancakes in the trash, then set the plate down in the sink to be washed. I see Mike's bus- wait a second. Mike isn't the original. I have to stop saying everything is his. I see MY bus come to a halt. This means I have to go to school, for the whole day. Wow what a privilege. I get to stay in classes I like, then get to skip the classes I don't want to be in. Beat up people whenever I want. That's right, no longer will I beat up people for Mike. I will do it for fun. Their sick ways of having fun was bullying Mike and all of us, so my sick way of having fun will be beating my anger onto them until they can't move one muscle. I get onto the bus, not even caring about my bookbag, and leaving it inside. I hear some kids snicker. Probably because my hair is so obviously draped onto one side of my face. The chuckles multiply, and I hear the pack of hyenas whispering in their annoying, laughing voices. All I can hear is that annoying sound. God, this is filling me up with fuel to blow. Like a little top. I sit down alone. I watch as the scenery through the window flies by right before my sight. It is a nice thing to watch right before a day at school. I never took over that much just to stop and enjoy the view. The beautiful autumn leaves break off of their host branch, falling down to the damp ground to rot, becoming nature's compost. Then comes winter. Winter creates a blanket for the earth. A beautiful white blanket. When it melts, the ground is fresh and new, then able to blossom with color. That is spring. Finally, the warm sun shines a million times brighter to bring hot days full of fun. To restart the cycle, the leaves fall off the trees once again. Too bad such a beautiful land is wasted by inhabiting such ungrateful souls. Humans make the world ugly.
The bus stops, and kids cram into each other to get off. Jeez, is school that exciting? I just wait until there is enough room to squeeze by, without feeling claustrophobic and awkward. First class of Mik- mine, is math. I like math so I guess I'll go in for the time being. Nothing else to do.
As I'm sitting in math class, I realized just how much more fun it is when you are actually IN math class. Using the pencil, answering problems, being graded on work you do. It's nice. I feel a tap on my shoulder interrupt my day dream. I whip my head around to see who dare would bother me, but I see it's Alli. That girl… who protected Mike. The one with the book. "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?"
I rustle through my pockets, hoping a pencil would magically appear in one of them. Crud, I didn't bring my bookbag. Truth is I just picked up the pencil I'm using from the ground. I lucked out. I wish I could give her one but I just shake my head no. "Why don't you go ask someone else?" I turn back around to read the board, then take more notes down. I feel her hand tap my shoulder again. "What?!" I whisper, trying not to get in trouble again. "Oh… you aren't Mike." She says. I'm taken back, and feel my cheeks burn. "What… w-what about it?" I tumble on my words. She gives me a curious look as we meet eye to eye. "You're Mal, not Mike. I just didn't realize it. I'm sorry, never mind." She looks back at her paper. I've never been called by my own name before at school, or by a pretty girl. N-no, I didn't say pretty. She's just semi-pretty. Like an ordinary everyday girl. Pretty. "You're a pretty ordinary girl." What the hell just came out of my mouth? Her face lights up, as she looks all over my face as if she is searching for some sort of hesitation. "I'm an ordinary girl?" She asks. "Oh god no! I mean, you're a pretty, AND ordinary girl, but not too ordinary. Just like every day normal ordinary. But pretty." I mentally slap myself about 50 times. Well she may be a pretty ordinary girl but you know what I am? I'm a stupid stupid everyday guy. I never thought being an original person involved full out conversations with pretty girls. Especially with me being an original person. "Well, I mean, thanks." She's hesitant. I am too. I see another Stephen King book in her bag that is open on the ground. Maybe she likes the horror movies. Maybe she's into the book "Midnight Massacre". I love to read too. I read like her. She smells like flowers. I like that sent. Normally I'm not into pretty things or pretty scents. But she is a pretty scent. Do all girls smell like roses? Does she use a perfume or is it natural? I have so many questio-
"Do you mind? Stop staring at me…" She says. Oh crap I'm blowing it. The one chance I ever had to actually have a conversation with a pretty girl is now out the window. I just turn back around and continue to work, with a very very pink face. I want to look at her more but I can't. A dream is a wish your heart makes… I finally finish and walk up to the teacher to hand in my paper. I can't believe I handed in my first paper by myself today. I genuinely do feel like a real person now because I am the only personality that is free. When I take my seat again, I notice that I am the first one done.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took forever because I was busy with writing in general because of school and I didn't have the motivation to write even more! So instead of posting regularly, I will post any time I can.
Next Chapter- "Kiss… HER?" Mike and the others find something they never wanted to stumble upon, and Mal (being the original) starts to form a more meaning relationship with Alli.