Haha. Yes, yes, I sleep in lingerie most of the time, or whenever I can get away with it. Mah sisteh hates meh when I slip into the bed wearing almost nothing. XD. But the days I can get away with it, I wear! X3!
7 – One More Dance
The home's most unwelcoming.
Matt doesn't know why it all looks so different but when he'd walked into the familiar setting of the horror show that had dominated sixteen years of his life, his heart might've stopped as his eyes look around the living room itself.
Chris grins as he looks around, 'it's a beautiful house you know."
"It may be a beautiful house but terrible things have happened here, 'and Matt knows, the memories wash over him as he walks into the kitchen, the place he'd almost always been in, the countertops and the tables that are around, the floor that he'd polished every morning until it'll gleam and shine…this used to be Matt's pride and joy, cooking, cleaning, being their stupid servant but it is by choice of course…when their mother had died, all Matt can remember is that he took over her job.
He cooked, cleaned, gardened sometimes, and makes sure with every fiber of his soul that Jeff isn't in any trouble at all, yet he realizes just now how much he'd broken that promise as he jumps onto a table, his legs swinging and his eyes onto the floor that only seems to look tainted to him.
It's clean and perfect and shining to Chris yet to Matt, it's tainted with broken memories and dried up tears and invisible blood.
'Stupid, stupid Matt.'
Matt lets out a heavy sigh and allows his eyes to look up at the ceiling, where the half the lights are out while half of them are turned on, just taking it all in right now…he goes to Jeff's room, painted black with a prison effect, Matt chuckles as he sits down onto his bed, looking through every drawer until he finds Jeff's stuffed toys when he's a child. He'd memorized this room upside down… the mere scent of this room is Jeff's, everything… Matt bites down his lower lip as he hears Chris walk towards his own room. Matt follows and stops as he sees Chris take out one of the tapes, looking at it and balancing the table on his hand. "You never told me why you killed them."
"I was jealous, 'Matt responds, his eyes down onto the floor, 'so damn jealous 'cause they were so damn perfect…the little one, the little girl she had just the most playful eyes…and the boy had this smile…and they so fucking happy…and I-I'm miserable…It's unfair! IT'S SO FUCKING UNFAIR!—"
"Matt!" Chris's hands are onto Matt's shoulder, trying to keep him into place as Matt's eyes burn with insanity, his mind racing, everything's out of control and he's unable to control his very being for that one second. "It's unfair…it's so damn unfair…they were perfect…p-p-perfect…" silence roams around for a few moments and Matt seems to be looking around at something.
"Matt?"
"I remember the butterfly…purple butterfly…"
"Oh fuck, Matt, you need your medicine." Chris pulls Matt onto the bed and looks through his bag for a type of medicine.
"I miss Jeff."
That's when Chris looks back at Matt as he pulls out a white bottle of pills that Matt takes, silently staring at it.
"I. Miss. Jeff." Matt repeats the sentence, opening the lid of the bottle and having to scarf down a pill.
Chris looks at Matt, 'are you okay?"
"No! I miss Jeff! I miss Jeff…I miss Jeff…" his voice slurs together so that the words seem to be broken and meshed as Chris hugs Matt and Matt's grip is too strong yet Chris doesn't say anything. "I'm a bad person."
"No, you're not Matt."
"I'M A BAD PERSON!" Matt repeats, his voice thick with pain as he turns around yet Chris sets him back down, holding down onto Matt's shoulder as he shakes. "Matt…Matt…listen, you're not into your normal state right now. You're out of control. You can't think. Just lay down for a while and I promise that you'll be fine."
"Jeff."
"Sleep, Matt."
"Jeeffffff…" Matt repeats, as Chris pulls Matt down and walks towards the door, hearing Matt repeat Jeff's name, over and over until he's in the hallway and he can't hear anything anymore.
"I'm sorry, Matt." Chris whispers, closing up the door of Jeff's room, and closing his own eyes. He just doesn't know what they do when Matt acts this way and medicine seems to be the only way out and the next time that Chris peeks through Matt's doorway, he sees him asleep and agrees that it's better if he leaves Matt to rest for a while and he'll go make something for himself and Matt to eat later on.
Mike 'The Miz' Mizanin lies onto his bed, clutching his stomach as John Morrison walks towards him and hugs him, his hand slipping underneath the tired Mike's shirt and Mike chuckles softly before pulling him off and John's eyes are locked towards Mike's bloodshot eyes.
"Hey…you haven't been falling asleep much, have you, my sweet Bailey?"
Mike grins at the sound of his nickname, for a long time now, as a sugar-coated nickname, John would use "Bailey", referring to his own dog, and Mike would call John his "Baco" because they just happen to have started their relationship when they've been walking out their dogs. Mike's Basque Shepherd Dog, which had originally been Candace's but she isn't allowed to keep dogs at the apartment she's staying it with Mike's mother, the orange and yellow fur gleaming as Baco's black eyes gleam. John's American Eskimo dog, with its white fur, is now wagging around her tail. The pregnant dog walks over towards Baco and bites onto her ear.
"Well…" Mike grins, biting onto John's ear, 'I think Bailey wants me to do this."
"Yes, yes, she does," John brings Mike closer, so that Mike's only sitting on his lap before Mike stands up once more to clutch onto his stomach and runs towards the bathroom, leaning down towards the toilet and John watches as Mike vomits violently before widening his eyes. "You've been doing that for a week, cupcake. Do you think we should see a Doctor?"
Mike shakes his head. "He told me that I'm just stressed out so I'm not eating much but I eat too much at once that my body has to relive itself…I know something bad is going to happen, John! I can feel it!"
John kisses onto Mike's cheek, 'don't worry, baby…"
"How can I not worry?! I know it! I know it! I had this feeling once and it ruined me! I lost Jeff as a friend and my entire life flipped outside down when my mother got engaged to Evan Bourne's father and we adopted Evan into the family! The fifteen year old bastard won't leave me alone…and guess what? They always care about him more than me! Evan gets a scratch, no! But when Mike breaks his arm…who cares?! Why do you care about me, John…?"
John stares at Mike; he'd never said anything about his family… "Baby, just rest up a while. I'll go get some soup and I'll tell you why I care."
Mike slips inside of his bed, taking off his clothing as he does when he sleeps, cowering as the images provoke him and the feeling of his stomach churns get worse by the second, there's something so close around here…and it's going to ruin everything and when John returns with a red bowl of soup, Mike accepts it and waits for it to cool before taking a spoonful. "I care about you because you're the best thing in the world that's ever happened to me. You may have HIV, you may not be a virgin but…I love you."
Mike's heart races two million times faster as he moves and the bowl of soup falls down onto Mike's bare skin, making Mike scream with pain as the still too hot fluid comes in contact with his skin.
"Mike!"
John grabs onto Mike's waist and pulls him upwards, rushing him towards the shower as the substance sinks into his skin. John opens the cold water and waits a while as Mike whimpers at the first degree burn that's been made before John shoves him inside of the water and Mike lets out a scream of pain as his skin blisters. "JOHN! MY TAPS ARE THE OPPOSITE!—" as John registers it, he pulls Mike out of the water, feeling completely and utterly guilty as he wraps Mike around a towel and sees Mike's skin, his eyes widening at the blistering peeling epidermis, leaving his dermis there…
It's a scary sight. His epidermis is being peeled. Oh fuck. "I'm so damn sorry, Mike…"
"J-J-John, it hurts!"
John doesn't know what to do as Mike's tears burn. "IT HURTS!"
John wraps his arms around Mike's body, feeling the guilt build up as he sees his tortured lover cry, as hard as he can… "I-it hurts…hurts so bad…take it away, John…take the pain away…J-John…John…"
Jeff stops midway so that he can fall asleep.
It's around one o'clock in the morning and Mark has decided to rest as well. Both of them lying onto the ground as Mark stares up at the black sky, looking at Jeff, Jeff twists his head so both of them are looking at each other. Jeff's pink mouth slightly open as Mark speaks out. "That Matt of yours…you know he's missing? Along with that short haired blonde?"
Jeff sits up straight, 'w-what? Matt and Chris?"
"They're missing, don't you know? The families have to move without them…" Mark explains, 'It's one of a Copeland-Jericho tradition that if a family member is gone or missing, they have to move…three members are missing and they can't take being in a house with all these memories…they're moving away."
"No! They can't! Matt! Me! Chris! What's wrong?! Why does this always have to happen to me?! When things start to go right, my life becomes a fucked up drama story…" Jeff huffs as tears threaten to fall from his face, looking down at his shoes. "How long before we reach the mountain?"
"One more day." Mark promises.
"One more day…" Jeff repeats.
Adam sighs as he holds his head into his hands, thinking of Chris as he closes the door shut, huddling into one place in his car.
That's it.
That's the end of this.
The end of the garden that's supposed to be the place for their wedding, the garden that'd grown up in, they'd first fell in love in, where they shared their first kiss…
But this just has to be done.
"Adam?"
Adam twists his head to look at Randy who holds onto his hand, 'it's gonna be okay."
"NO! It's not going to be okay! Randy, he's the only person I ever loved…the only one I can love, Randy. You just don't understand. You and John are happy perky in your perfect little universe… and I'm rotting in Hell, missing my Chris…" Adam says, snapping at Randy whose eyes are darkening.
"Adam, I have HIV. It's never been easy for me."
Adam cools down, looking at his lap, 'I just miss him."
"I know."
Adam puts his head into his hands once again, the hungry yet refused to eat boy just breathing and singing his and Chris's favorite songs in his head… just to remember Chris by as he presses his head against the cold windshield of the car. "Chris…" just one more kiss, one more hug, one more dance in that field of flowers that used to be their haven…
Chris goes back to check onto Matt, opening the door and stepping in but stopping when he realizes that Matt's not on the bed anymore and he walks towards the bathroom, knocking onto the door.
"Matt?"
No response.
"Matt, are you in there?"
Chris walks inside of the door and lets out a gasp of horror… "M-MATT?!"
There, lay in the corner of the room, Matt Hardy, with a razor on the ground, his wrists slit horribly and his eyes trying as hard as they can from dropping…
I actually wanted to cut it off at that part. X3. SUSPENSE. XD.
Oh, I posted a fic called '116 & 117'. It's one of mah best ideas until now. If you can check it out...then that would be awesome. XD.
X Sam.