Chapter 140: 140. What a quick-witted friend
The grief was unbearable until it left
as if it had never been there. I was still grabbing my mother when the scene changed.
It was deep into the night, and I had waited in the living room for my family to return when I saw my father entering the door, holding the hands of my brother and sister.
His face looked like a hideous mask, and he neither acknowledged my presence nor the fact that both of my siblings were crying heartbreakingly.
My whole body spasd, and the next ti I opened my eyes, I found Henry straddling , having a taser in his hand.
"What?" I asked, but my voice didn’t co out. We were indoors on a mattress, Henry sitting on , leaning over and nearly engulfing
with his body.
"Kenny, I am sorry; you have to act now." He took my hand and put sothing in it.
I raised it and found that I was holding a knife. I looked at it in hesitation when Henry grabbed my wrist.
"I know. I know it’s difficult. But you have to do it, Kenny." Henry ca closer while positioning my hand above my throat so that the blade was above my main artery.
His hands trembled, and while he helped
put the knife in place, he simultaneously didn’t let go and held my wrist tightly, as if he was trying to stop
from cutting myself.
"You have to do it; then everything will be fine."
While looking at him, I pressed the knife against my throat, yet he didn’t let . There was pure desperation on his face when he finally slowly loosened his hold.
I don’t want to do it; I am so fucking scared, I can’t do it; I don’t want to die. Unable to stop these thoughts reverberating in my mind, I slashed my throat with all my might.
Blood spurted out, and if the vision of Henry doing the sa action was already a nightmare to experience, to go through with it in my own body was the worst possible reality.
My heartbeat quickened, and the blood drenched everything, but my fear lessened because I had bright blue eyes holding my gaze because I could feel his body weight on , just because everything about him assured
that I wasn’t alone.
That was a fucking necessary assurance, sothing I really needed at that mont.
When my strength left
and I began to get sure that we had made so terrible mistake and that I was going to die here for real, the bleeding stopped and so did my weakened state, but most importantly, my head finally cleared up.
"Fuck. That was more horrible than expected." I groaned, gripping my throat like Henry had after he discovered that he managed to survive.
"I know." Henry slid his fingers over my cheek, and before I could ask him what he was doing or tell him he should get down from , he asked,
"What did you see? You cried so bitterly." On his fingers were no tears, even if what he said was true, but blood instead, because both of us were full of it.
The way he said it made
unable to just joke it off, especially after what I just witnessed. I thought back to him speaking with
about his parents and... oh well. It doesn’t hurt to tell him.
I put my arm over my eyes so that he didn’t see
while talking, or at least so that I didn’t see him looking at .
"The first ti I looked into the future, it was my mother’s, and I saw her drowning. I threw a fit, but she left regardless to go to the sea with the rest of my family, trying to prove
wrong and show
that the world was no scary place."
I breathed out shakily and chuckled.
"But the world is a scary place, and fucking scary at that. And the most scary places are empty hos..." Damn, feeling that I was rambling cringy crap, I laughed when the big dog climbed down from
and pulled
up into his arms.
"Let go." I tried to push him away, but he used his iron grip on , so I sighed, too groggy to fight after the emotionally draining shit.
I patted Henry’s back for whatever reason, the sa way my mother did on .
"Creepy to go so vividly through a mory that was so long ago." I muttered. I couldn’t even rember what she wore that day, or the electric razor or stuff like that. I knew my Mum was absolutely casual, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to run around in her bra, naturally not in front of subordinates, but yeah. Furthermore, I also hadn’t rembered her exact wording, just the overall gist of her words.
Should I thank the shadow? Though it was torturous to go through all these feelings again, right now, besides the heavy pressure on my chest, I feel a lot lighter. As if I would be okay after crying a good while.
I was so exhausted that I started to nod off while Henry was hugging . I wanted to remind him not to think of this in any gay direction when I opted for just shutting my mouth for now. Thinking is so damn tireso.
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The next ti I woke up, I had tears in my eyes and wanted to really just cry it out. Feeling that I was lying on the mattress and that Henry wasn’t beside , I did just that. Pressing my hands against my eyes, I tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to awaken the mighty, evil dragon that was rumored to live in this underground cave.
In the midst of sitting up, I conjured up a smoke and a drink when I saw Henry seated on the other side of the room with his head bowed. I was so startled that I even flinched. What the fuck?
"Why the hell are you here?" I wiped my face, but it wasn’t of any use; that fucker had seen and heard
crying now anyway.
Very well. We’ll fight that out so other ti.
"Watching over you." Henry said and looked up.
"Watching
cry?"
"Didn’t you see
cry enough in one of your visions before?"
I thought for a mont about the scene where I fucked him, but he hadn’t cried then—eventually I rembered what he was talking about; the vision where I saw him break down because of his sister’s death.
"So we have seen each other cry; what of it? Aren’t we friends?" Henry asked while shrugging.
"Yes, yes. Just stop talking about it; that’s—"
"Gay?" He finished for , and I laughed.
"No, but normally you just nod at each other in understanding and then never ntion it again."
He nodded at
deliberately, and I chuckled before nodding back.
The blood on
had anwhile dried, but the mattress was ripe for the garbage dump—we even had a matching one inside an adjoining parallel world.
"I hope we have another mattress." I finally got to drink my drink when it disappeared before I could even take my first sip, together with my untouched cigarette.
"We’ll go look later, but first you have to clean yourself, or everybody will freak out."
Looking at Henry, I noticed that he had already washed up.
I had washed him when he was possessed, but he let
sleep in my own blood after I experienced the sa—what a good friend.
Though, if I had woken up only to find that he had washed my body and changed my clothes, I would probably punch him.
What a quick-witted friend.
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