Uh, on fanfiction I'd like to dedicate this to RainbowShaymin (although really ALL of the reviews encourage me to update) on fanfiction . Net, and on Wattpad, I'll dedicate it to RuskaC because of PAIN WANTAGE (that's a word now) because you guys are just brilliant, all of you are and I just felt bad because a week is so long and I only give you like 3,000 words per week and have you ever read Freak? For a long time that book was updated daily and each chapter was SO LONG.
I just feel bad.
Anyways.
En-juh-hoy. :)
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Notch, I love this chapter so much.
WARNING: A couple of suicidal thoughts in this chapter.
Games
Ch 28: Sorry
I'm breathing heavily as I sit against the fence, the fence that is cracked and nearly broken from all the hits it has received. My team mates – erm, ex-team mates – don't exactly have the best aim.
Oh, but don't worry, World. Regardless of their horrible hand-eye-coordination, they managed to hit me quite a few times.
Okay, more than quite a few.
The GameMaster left a minute or two ago after laughing at my pain and throwing me a few more discouraging words. The Team left before him, their faces showing nothing but hatred as they passed by me to get to the door. One of them even spat at me. I couldn't tell who; my eyesight was too blurred with tears.
I think I would have been able to get through the Challenge without much emotional damage if it weren't for Ty's words (they really threw me off). As it was, I was a sobbing mess as the people I used to think were my friends tossed rocks and bits of coal at me. They even threw budder at times, just to mock me. The GameMaster gave them daggers and swords and bows and arrows, too, and while they all used them – I have several rather deep cuts – none of my ex-friends were brave/cruel enough to actually throw a sharp object where it could possibly kill me.
Although, maybe it would have been a little less cruel to have finished me off then and there.
I think I would have liked to be put out of my misery.
Not to be overly dramatic or anything, but, honestly! What is there to live for at this point? Every-freaking-one hates me, the GameMaster finds joy in making me suffer, and my father is back and more powerful than ever. I find no joy in living.
Then again, there is the small possibility that Ty still cares about me, just a little... Would he have been mad or sad if the rest of Team Crafted had killed me today?
Would he mind if I ended this sorry excuse for a life all on my own?
For a brief moment, I find myself thinking that I don't care. That I would be happy to end it anyways, despite whether or not Ty gives a rip about me.
I'm sorry.
I'm just in a really depressing mood right now.
I yelp as I push myself up off the ground, using the fence for support and hoping it won't collapse under my weight. Ugh, I'm too tired for this, I just want to sleep for ever and ever. My everything hurts.
My breath comes out in short bursts as I stand, closing my eyes and leaning back on the fence. I think I might have a cracked or fractured rib; it hurts to breathe. Which is a problem, obviously, considering breathing is required for life.
Wait, actually, this could be exactly what I need! I'll just stop breathing, assisted by my inability to breathe painlessly, and die that way! Then I can go to- oh. I'll probably end up in the Nether, which would be bad. Very bad. But it's better than here, isn't it? I wouldn't ever be able to exit the Nether, since I'd be dead and no longer able to cross between dimensions, but...
"Let me help you," someone whispers, putting an arm around my waist, and I wince and immediately jump (ow, pain) away from them.
"No, please no more," I cry, my eyes still squeezed tightly shut as I hold my arms in front of my face like some kind of shield.
"Sky..," the person says, their voice cracking, and I hesitantly open my eyes.
"T-Ty?"
He sighs and breaks the part of the fence that was already beginning to fall apart. "Yeah. Come on, I'll help you back to the Living Quarters."
"No, no no no!" I protest, sitting down (much to my body's relief) and leaning against the fence on the opposite side of the grass plot. "I-I'm staying here."
Ty slips into the plot and squats down in front of me, resting his body weight on his ankles and toes. "The Living Quarters will heal you."
"Exactly! A-And I don't want to be healed!" I decide. "I just want to stay here and die. So you can leave now, Ty. Y-You don't have to stay any longer. I'm fine r-right where I am."
Ty frowns, and his eyes glisten with what looks like pain. Oops, did I offend him? Wait, how the Nether did I offend him? "Sky, please don't say that," he begs quietly, taking one of my hands in his. I stare down at them in confusion, not exactly clear on what's going on. Ty seems to notice, and he continues talking. "Can we please just go back to the Living Quarters? I promise I'll explain everything there."
"I-I..." I falter. Ty is being nice to me; he might even want to be my friend again. This is what I've wanted ever since the second Challenge.
But for some reason, I don't want to go with him right now. I don't even know for sure that he doesn't still hate me; after all, he doesn't have any reason to stop hating me.
Death is sounding better every second.
"Well, m-maybe I don't want to hear you explain how you've hated me since the day we met," I say stubbornly, staring down at the grass. "Maybe I'd like to go on believing that the GameMaster made you hate me. M-Maybe I'd like to keep thinking you were actually my, my friend before the game show." I close my eyes again before I can start crying one more time.
Suddenly, gentle arms wrap around my torso, and even though I try to flinch away, they don't let go. Ty doesn't let go. "I'm so sorry," he whispers sadly in my ear, and he sounds like he's on the brink of tears himself. "Please, please come back to the Living Quarters. We can talk in your budder room."
Whatever Ty so desperately wants to tell me, he doesn't want anyone around to hear it. He doesn't want it to be caught on camera, for sure. He doesn't want the GameMaster to know about it.
Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? What if Ty just wants to make up for the time he missed when he stormed out of today's Challenge? Maybe he just wants to hurt me a little more, but he thinks it's against the rules, so he wants to do it where the GameMaster won't see.
Or maybe he's genuinely sorry for everything.
I sigh. "O-Okay," I mutter, trying to stand up. "Fine."
Ty helps me to my feet with a small smile on his face. It quickly disappears when another yelp escapes my mouth, though. "Oh, Notch, Sky! Where's it hurt?"
"E-Everywhere," I groan quietly, because if I'm louder, I'll need more air, and I'm not exactly in a position to get more air right now, so...
He shakes his head, looking guilty. "Come on, I'll help you to the Living Quarters," he says. And he does help me – he puts his arms around my waist and manages to slowly get me over to the Living Quarters. As we go, I realize the sky is dark and the moon is out. Oh, wow... we spent the entire day in that Challenge.
That's a bit more than twenty minutes.
"The others are asleep," Ty whispers as I limp, with his assistance, to my room. "And I think the GameMaster is, too."
Thank Notch. It would really suck if he was to randomly call out, "REPORT TO THE SPAWN AREA FOR CHALLENGE FIVE!" Yeah, I think I would probably die if he did that.
Not that that would be a bad thing.
Or maybe it would, now that Ty doesn't seem to completely despise me...
"P-Pull the lever down," I instruct Ty when he asks me how to enter the secret budder room. He yanks on the lever, causing my bed to flip upright and reveal a spiral staircase. Ty tugs me down the stairs and into the room without hesitation, and then he asks how to lower the bed again. "Just push that button on that wall," I say, and he does. The bed falls back down with a small 'thump.'
"You're sure there aren't any cameras down here?" Ty asks, and I nod because I don't feel well and it's easier to nod than it is to speak. "You need to sit down," he frowns, pulling me over to a fluffy budder couch.
"S-So what were you g-going to explain?" I ask. The Living Quarters' healing enchantment is certainly working, but it isn't working very quickly.
Ty takes a deep breath like he's about to begin a long speech, but then he just lurches forward and hugs me tightly.
"T-Ty, need air," I pant, and he lets go, smiling sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, I just- I've missed you," he confesses, and I tilt my head slightly.
"Missed me..? But I've been in the room r-right next to yours for-"
"Not like that," he says quietly. "I mean I've missed being your friend."
"Then why'd you stop?" I ask, my voice breaking.
"I didn't want to stop!" he explains, sitting next to me on the couch. "You're my best friend, Sky, and you always have been. And I know it was stupid, but I was kind of hurt after the second Challenge, even though I know you didn't mean it-" He pauses. "At least I hope you didn't mean it?"
Of course I didn't. But I don't reply.
Ty sighs. "Well, anyways, that's why I stormed out of the Challenge Room. And then when I was at the Living Quarters, the GameMaster came – after he had finished with the others' Challenges – and, he, uh..."
I gesture for him to keep going, and he looks down at his hands before he continues.
"He reminded me of the, um, the pain that he put me through when he was trying to get you to say you didn't care, and then he made me remember how incredibly... terrified you looked when he was trying to convince you that I hated you, and... Well, he basically just threatened to hurt you more if I didn't agree to stop being your friend, o-or to stop caring about you..."
Oh.
O-Oh.
"Wha- W-Well, why did you suddenly completely hate me after the s-second mini-challenge?" I ask.
"I- The G-GameMaster showed me clips of y-you in pain during that mini-challenge – he wanted me to step it up on the 'not being your friend' thing. Whenever I got a question wrong, I saw-"
"The videos, d-don't even talk about the videos," I whisper, thinking of my own mini-challenge. He frowns worriedly, but nods before continuing with something different.
"And I'm, I'm so sorry, Sky!" Ty insists, looking up at me with teary eyes. "I'm so, so sorry, more sorry than you'll ever know! I do care about you, Sky, I care about you a whole lot, but I put you through so much, and, a-and... Ugh, I'm j-just so sorry, Sky... And I don't even expect you to forgive me, because I-I've been absolutely terrible to you, and... I'm so sorry!"
"T-Ty?"
"Yeah, Sky?"
"I-It's okay."
:D
YAY!
SKY AND TY DON'T HATE EACH OTHER!
Well, actually, they never hated each other in the first place.
BUT NOW THEY'RE OFFICIALLY FRIENDS AGAIN!
*dances stupidly around living room*
I'm way too fond of this fanfiction.
BAIIIII, MY BE-AY-YOO-TIFUL RULERS! (I'll be back in like two minutes with the next chapter)