chapter 42

You glance around, unthinking.

There's a crowd of people to your left, screaming, yelling, but you don't understand them. You're...

You're holding a knife pointed towards your own heart.

You feel something quiver at the back of your mind, but you can't recall what it is. It doesn't bother you anyways.

You just stand, bathing in the great feeling of having no thoughts, of having no mind.

The same voice that you heard earlier whispers in the back of your mind, and you feel like you have to oblige to what it says, although you can't really hear or understand it.

You know your job now: you need to kill yourself.

Slowly, you raise your dominant arm holding the knife away from your heart.

In the background, you can hear screaming and yelling and cheering. Everyone's cheering you on for what you're doing, and you feel happy.

But there's one distinct voice that you recognize, but you can't place it in your mind. Where have you heard it before?

The weird familiar voice screams your name, "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Wha-"

You ignore the voice and oblige to the whispers in the back of your mind instead.

Without warming , something slams heavily into the side of you, and your eyesight goes dark and then quickly back. The sound of the crowd fades to a dull whisper.

You feel yourself land in the soft snow, denting the white surface. The knife flies out of your grip, flinging itself against the wall to your right with a loud You scowl as something mentally heavy drops from the sky and bears down upon you, leaving you unhappy and burdened. Your eyesight stays extremely blurry.

The object that had hit you scurries off to the right of you and does some weird move before slumping down against the wall.

But you finally register what you were about to do.

You realize that something weird had happened, and you had been controlled. You look up and realize that the person who had pummeled into you sideways was Ed.

He has a dazed look in his eyes, and he seems to be having an internal battle. His beautiful golden eyes are dilating and narrowing periodically, his eyebrows are drawn tightly into a frown, and he's muttering softly to himself.

You stare at him questioningly. Had he been taken over by the same weird thing that had taken over you?

But what had taken over you? You slowly push yourself up and stare at ad. You stand up, feeling hazy, and shake your head shoulders, attempting to loosen yourself up.

You reach out to Ed and slowly shake his shoulders.

He does not seem to notice your touch. He continues sitting in the same exact position and muttering, under his breath, words that you could not hear or understand. You wonder what's happening in his mind.

Suddenly, your surroundings come back to you. You realize that there's a group of people, both cheering and both rebelling in the crowd. There is a huge group of people crowded around you and Ed, and they all have the weird, dazed, zombielike look.

"Ed. Ed!" You whisper at him. He doesn't respond at your sentence.

"Ed!" You whisper yell as loud as you can. It does not work though, Ed stays in that weird trance he's in.

You press your lips together and stand up.

Something presses against your side, and you realize it's a person, eyes empty and face slack. He's holding a plastic fork (that doesn't really cause you to panic), but you push him away with your shoulder, turning back to Ed.

You grab control of Ed, his complete weight leaning on you, and start attempting to drag him towards the hotel entrance.

It's not long before you're intercepted, and Ed comes by, lessening the weight on you. "Ed..." you whisper. "Something weir- help me.."

He doesn't show any sign of hearing you, and when you look into his face, he's frowning in concentration, teeth gritted, eyes closed.

Taking advantage of your pause, the weaponized crowd close in on the two of you and they all mutter something inaudible under their breaths. They all raise their weapon-bearing hand, and your eyes widen.

You know you have to run for it. Looking around quickly, you find a small gap between part of the circle. You dodge quickly into the space and push everyone aside. There's a cry of pain close by but you continue, heading for the hotel entrance.

The crowd follows you creepily, and you try to out walk them. When you reach the elevator, you spam press the up button and wait for the elevator in patiently.

The crowd to closes up against you slowly. Finally, you hear a ding. The elevator to your right slides open, and you quickly rush inside, hoping that the crowd would not follow you.

You click on the close door button quickly, and also press on the button labeled 19.

The elevator start ascending. You set Ed down on the ground slightly to relieve yourself of the weight, but before long, the elevator its arrival, and you're there.

Carefully, you drag Ed's limp body out of the elevator and in the hallway.

Behind you, the elevator door closes. You start dragging head Ed down the hallway, creating a loud sound where his shoes would scrape against the carpet ground.

Finally, you reach your room. Setting Ed partially down but still holding him up, you reach into your pocket and pull out your room card. The rooms card clicks perfectly into the slit and the knob allows you access into the suite. Holding the door open with one foot, you pick up Ed's unconscious body and pull him into the living room.

Carefully setting him down on the couch, you kneel at the base, staring at Ed's face. He looks unusually pale. His handsome features causes something to expand in your chest, and just the thought of his personality leaves your stomach doing flips.

You smile giddily before dropping your gaze to his open hand, almost beckoning at you to place your own hand inside.

You take his human hand, intertwining your fingers. You lie your head down and close your eyes, savouring the warmth he's sharing with you. The warmth spreads across your arms.

"(Y/N)?" A voice says. It's Al.

You don't move, and hear the door open. You can hear Al's can against the ground, and a huge gasp.

"(Y/N)!"

You open your eyes dreamily. "What...?" You mutter.

"Why's there so much blood!?"

Your eyes shoot open and you bolt upwards, eyes heading to the couch. There's a pool of blood there, and after inspecting your arms, you realize they're soaked in the red liquid. It's pooling on the ground, your hair dripping in it.

There's so much blood that your entire body is stained in it.

******

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