Tick tock

*~29~*

       The pain slowly simmered down like the bubbles in a freshly opened soda.

It took a while, but now I could somewhat finally take control of my body again.
There wasn't any weird zombie type of feeling that seemed to possess me anymore.

It was just me now.

And when I say 'just me' I literally mean it's just me.
Since Nat over here is acting all like Eleven's mom from
Stranger Things.

No joke though, all she does now is just sit there and stare into nothing.
The only times she really
does acknowledge me is when
I'm trying to have an
important conversation...
even then she's in her own world.

I couldn't really blame her though (well, maybe a little),
we're both still a bit paranoid from the fact that the
German fairy piece of shit
knows where we are.

All in all... everything's just fucking peachy!

I hesitantly turned my head towards the sharp, violent sound coming from mine and Natalie's room.

I swear this girl—

I made my way to our room and took a quick glance inside.
Natalie had her back turned,
standing straight as a board...
kinda like those weird-ass cliché bodyguards in movies.
I couldn't really tell what the actual hell she was doing...
the only thing I could see was one of her arms moving in a violent manner while the other stayed completely still.

"Um... Natalie?
What are you doing?"
My voice was shaking and utterly quiet.

She slowly turned around to face me.
A shiver ran coldly down my spine when I realized what she was doing.
She ran the blade of a dagger along another, the sharp sound immediately erupting from the sudden contact.
Natalie's eye stared blankly into mine, almost critiquing my very soul.
The clock one never ticked...
the broken glass from inside it adding to the eeriness of this whole situation.

"Hello, Jamie."
She seemed to force a big smile, her stitches being unwillingly stretched and the skin around it tearing in the slightest.

"Yes, my name is Jamie, that's who I am... um... why are you sharpening your daggers?"

She slowly looked down at them, I could swear I saw a flash of fire behind her eye when she did.
"Oh! You see, I was thinking of going killing later... maybe even hunting?
This is technically normal...
I am a killer after all."
Natalie talked like one of those animatronic.
Completely programmed to say something in an extremely blunt and dead inside way
while putting full emphasis on the killer part.

"Okay... cool I guess.
I was maybe thinking we could do something together,
if you want of course.
Kinda wanna lighten the mood a little after... everything."
I shrugged, waiting for her response.

"That sounds quite alluring.
What were you thinking of?"
Wait, what?
Bitch this is freaky...
Nat's vocabulary expands only so much.
How the...
when the...
she never says 'alluring.'
I. Am. Confusion.

"Alluring? Where is my Nat and what have you done to her?
Dude, I leave you for like, what, a second? You already become a full on robot.
Did I take a nap for a few thousand years and now all Natalie's are somewhat prim and proper?"
I joke around... though there was some truth behind it.

It takes her a minute to actually get a grip on reality again and respond. Even then she does nothing but simply look up at me and let out a stifled laugh.
"It's me. I just... I just don't... feel... the... greatest."

"Yeah... I can clearly see that.
If this is some Slender shit I pretty much know how you feel as well."
I extend my arm and wait for Natalie to grab my open hand.
"C'mon, I know the holidays are over but that won't stop me from cuddling and imagining we're watching Christmas movies together like we usually do!"
I also offer a gentle smile to the request.

After what feels like forever my arm starts to give in to the dreadful tired sensation from waiting and I make an effort to move it around at least a little.
"Wakey, wakey, Nat!
We don't have all
damn day, now do we?"
Honestly, I swear I could've been halfway through a daydream before she actually drops the knives onto the floor and grabs my hand carefully.
"Of course not."
She smiles softly.

What... the... fuck.

"So you're just gonna leave them on the floor? I mean—"

"Let's just go."

Hours seemed to pass by slower than my old grandma Edna.
We both laid on the couch,
my head on her chest.
I would usually listen to her ramble on about a random ass story of her most absurd kills...
all I could here now though was the slow, lethargic beat of Natalie's heart.

Was she asleep?
Was she awake and just staring at the ceiling like a weirdo?
Who in fucking hell actually knows?

Her heart started to beat faster and faster to the point where it was literally pounding.
"J-Jamie? You awake?"
Her voice was now the one shaking...
weird.
Natalie's hand squeezed my shoulder softly.

"No, I'm not awake."
I shot up and surveyed her carefully.

"Heh, funny.
Um... anyways... you're...
you're coming with me to kill someone.
Let's go."
She pushed me off of her and gets up hesitantly.

"Woah, why?
That's not really my thing."
I got up quickly and paced backwards.

"Oh yeah? What about Jack?
You practically crushed his skull."
She exits the room and I don't even make an attempt to follow.

"Yeah I did, Nat, but that was for self defe—"

"Who cares if it's self defence.
You still killed someone.
Whatever...
you're still coming."
Natalie comes back with her two daggers in her jean's pockets and my bat in her hand.

I surveyed the object in annoyance before actually grabbing the fucking piece of shit and swinging it over my shoulder.

"Fine, I'll come."

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Sorry for the iffy chapter! >.<

I've been kinda busy lately
but I hope you still enjoyed it.

I love you all you beautiful pineapples!
<3

-Mirror