Author's note: I wanted to keep the first pov, but since I am doing Tyler's pov, I had to do something unusual to the Fight Club narrator xD But I am not rewritting the book right? So here you go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but me purdy little Tyler kay? ^^
Chapter 2 written by Sh00ter.
With No You
Chapter2. He came back with no Hi
Why would he always be the only narrator? Can't I have my part? Why couldn't I, tell me? Anyways, I also have my own shits to tell, he's not the only one there, having problems...even though I am out of that boy's imagination, I live anyway! He's not...hallucinating, I AM REALLY THERE, THEY JUST CAN'T SEE ME.
Maybe I shouldn't have left this guy...We loved each other after all. Remember the good times we had? Well, I do. You loved me so much, dear one, I could smell it from miles away! Even when I was fucking that bitch I could feel in your guts you wanted me to stop. Oh, that jealous one that you were! Couldn't share your precious Tyler, could you? I left because I figured out that you did not wanted to see my stupid face anymore, even if that face is beautiful and...and everything you can think about..as long as it suits me well, I mean, as long as it's nice. That face I thought you didn't like anymore. I feared the moment when you will hate me had arrived finally...I feared it. So I left...you made me leave. I respected your choice...until now.
But obviously while I am thinking to myself there, I sure wish you could hear that but, you can't read minds. Or...not those already inside yours. Nevermind. Maybe one day I will have the nuts to drop my male pride to tell you this. How could I ever tell you that I loved you, even at the end? To me, you were mine and I was yours and still, little boy. I am still that forbidden fruit of your imagination. I love your imagination.
I grew back my hair too. You seemed to love me so much more with that length you saw first. We can see the colour blond in those little spikes again. It looks cute, doesn't it?
So maybe this time again you will love me like you used to do...We'll see. Now I had to come back. And coming back I did. How could I ever do that anyway? You killed me, dear one...yes, you did. And I did not appreciate. But I thought...you deserve another chance.
Because your imagination is untamed.
"Going somewhere, my friend?" I asked after my sudden apparition in the door frame. It smelled bad near that fridge, but I wouldn't say a word. I hoped he was happy to see me again. I missed seeing that face with those weird dark spots under his eyes. The poor boy had hard times to sleep. I 'rebuilt' myself as well as I could with what I had left and tried to come back as I first arrived. I needed to help him...help him from what, though? Well, from himself, obviously! He had no self esteem and he preferred assisting to those dumb ass social clubs. There he could see so much more of that idiotic peep were worse than he was. He wasn't in the worse, how could he? No disease, no family dysfunction..well, almost, he didn't live with his family anymore so that was okay. At least I thought.
So I am here, I am always here to cheer him up, to give him a friend. It was okay if he didn't want to go back to the Fight Club, I would do it for him. These people made him feel important and proud and high and everything a leader could feel, but...he talked about me. He knew he wasn't supposed to, but he did. Maybe un-'imaginary' people feel like that, scared and stressed, maybe it was normal, but I was made unconsciously by this boy...then how should I know?
Here I was anyway, looking at him carrying bags of I-don't-know-what and heading to I-don't-know-where...was he even going somewhere? I felt like asking anyway...just to make sure. He wouldn't escape me this time, I wanted to make sure of that. He would stay safe, away from them all.
I would take care of that.