I'm back, my little minions! I decided that S could have a cliff hanger because I'm just so nice. Also, random ass time skip because I felt like it, and hatred for Disney.
So without further a due, I give you, chapter B… I mean 13!
Oh, and by the way, I hate puppies and they sell Ben and Jerry's around the corner from my house. I just can't afford jackshit.
I knew there was a reason I kept S and Beacon away from movies that didn't involve murder and I burnt every Disney movie that Wammy's had.
We'd only been in America a few hours, and I was trying to get some sleep. Except the two decided to start singing the stupid Lion King songs at some unholy volume.
So I chose to Skype Evelyn to tell her about the monstrosities she created.
"Blake! Why are you calling?" Eve asked.
"Do you know what you've done to S and Beacon? No? I'll tell you. They haven't stopped singing 'A Hula Maraca' or whatever the fuck the song is from Lion King for TWO HOURS! This is my personal Hell."
Evelyn looked almost petrified by this. Maybe it was the tone in my voice or the look I had on my face, but I knew I was not in a good mood, and she could tell. Not many have seen me pissed and lived to tell the tale. And I had an extreme hatred for Disney. I don't feel like recounting the Disney Land Fiasco. Let's just say I'm banned.
While Evelyn was planning her next words carefully, I heard Matt and Mello arrive.
"Mello, detain your sister, and Beacon while you're at it. Use duct tape. Matt, I need one of your smokes," I called out.
"Why?!" the two called back.
"They are stressing me out! I have to work on the Kira case and I can't do that while they're singing Disney soundtracks! Duct tape, cigarette, now!" I yelled.
Matt walked in and gave me a smoke. I hate all forms of intoxication, but, goddamn, I needed to smoke. I loved the smell of things burning and I usually end up breathing in the fumes anyway. I only lit the cigarette and then left it in the ashtray. Most of the time I'd light a scented candle, but right now I needed a poison.
Matt left to help Mello and Evelyn hung up at some point. I was annoyed. I just needed to get rid of Kira. He killed my brother, and if it weren't for Kira, I wouldn't have had to kill Michael. I have to get rid of that vermin. I just needed a photo… I just needed L's files, which means I needed Matt to help me out.
No… I needed the technology, and the mafia had that technology. I needed it.
"Auntie Blake?" I heard a quiet voice ask.
"Yes Ana?"
She came and sat up on my table, moving my hands from my face. "You need to slow down. Auntie S, Uncle Matt, Uncle Mello, and even Beacon are worried. I think Auntie Viola is too. Please Auntie Blake, just take some time off."
I shook my head. "We've only been here a few hours, and I've only been working for a while. Now isn't the time, Ana."
"Uh… we've been here three weeks… it's almost December. Please Auntie Blake…"
I sighed and looked down at the date and time bar in the bottom corner of my screen. It turned out that Anastasia was right. It was the twenty-fourth. Somehow I didn't even notice that the cigarette had been burnt out for weeks. I felt like I had only been sitting there for a few minutes since Matt had left the room, but it was so much longer.
How hadn't I noticed any of this? Did I really just zone out to the point that almost a whole month?
"Uncle Mello told me that sometimes people's brains shut down because they are being over worked," Ana said to fill in the silence. Now I know why S hates it so much. "Auntie S came in every night to check on you, but you didn't move. She wanted to put video cameras in here to see if you moved at all. She said if having someone talk to you didn't work then she'd do it. We were really scared… well, I was."
I hugged Ana. I knew I was a terrible role model, and this last month proved it. I was so caught up that I had missed so much. Imagine if I had missed months or even years. I wouldn't be able to stand myself I had done that; I could barely stand myself now.
"I'm sorry Ana, I really am."
I knew what had happened. I had lied to S and the others when I told them what I had been sent to the psych ward for. I was also there for catatonic schizophrenia due to the fact that I would sit in one place and not move for hours on end. There was one time when I had been in a catatonic state for a week but I just came out of it and went along like nothing was wrong. Nothing had happened since then though so I was worried now. What if this happened again? How would everyone deal with it? How did they deal with it this time?
"I'm going to go out there now. Hopefully no one had any of my gum," I said.
"I did, but no one else touched it," Ana's sheepish voice said, trailing behind me as I left my study.
"Ana? What's going on in there?" I heard S call out.
"I'm just fine, Silence. It was a minor relapse, that's all," I called back, picking up some gum once I had made it to the kitchen. I never knew how much I could miss this stuff… there should be strawberry jam flavoured gum. That was something I could get behind.
I was soon tackled by my ever annoying, loving, almost a sister best friend… better known as S. I felt all the oxygen in my slowly dying lungs being squeezed out and I was left gasping for air.
"Blake! I swear if you ever do that again I will slap you until you wake up," she threatened before she let go of me. I remember back when she first got her abilities she went into a minor catatonic state before I woke her up and took her home… then there was the ghost saga.
"I can't control schizophrenia, S. If I could, I would, because I hated it back then, and I hate it now," I whispered.
S took a step back and looked me in the eye. "But you don't have schizophrenia, people just thought you did because of Rue and Bandit, right?"
"Wrong," I sighed, "I have catatonic schizophrenia, have for years, but I have had an episode or whatever they call it since I was at the psych ward. Even then, the longest I was out for was a week. They didn't think it was possible for anyone to go for as long as I just did."
S hugged me again and I could feel some tears soaking through my tank top (which I have been wearing for nearly a month. Man, I must smell rank). "S… I think I need to shower," I mumbled.
S sniffled, "Uh, yeah, you should do that. You smell like a nightmare."
The two of us laughed and I almost chocked on my gum. I was about to leave the room when I heard the front door slam.
"Mello? What's wrong? Where's Matt?" I heard Beacon ask.
I could hear the panic in Mello's voice as he said, "They've got him. The people who hurt Viola, they have Matt."