Rebellion (After the Haunted FF)

Chapter 10

  "So, how are we going to get breakfast?" She asked.

I thought about it. "I'll go hunting for an animals that might be out. Does that sound good to you guys?"

Mia nodded. I turned to Drake, who looked like he wasn't paying attention. He rubbed his head with his right thumb and index finger. His eyes now closed, but with small trails of tears going down his cheeks.

  "Drake? D-do you have another headache? You want me to get you some water?" I asked, getting ready to reach for a water bottle in my backpack.

He slowly nodded. "Yeah." He stood up, stumbling on his feet.

I took out the water bottle, and stepped up to him, reaching the bottle out to him. He flinched, as if expecting me to hurt him. He looked back and forth from me to the bottle, before he finally snached it away from me. Drake opened it, and drank it all in just a few seconds; drips of the liquid going down his chin. He closed and tossed it to me. I juggled it in my hands, then shoved it back into my backpack. He stood up, pulling his hood over his head.

  "Can we just get out of here now? I'm starting to get paranoid again." What was he talking about? He has paranoia? That doesn't sound like him at all.

  "What do you mean?"

Drake didn't answer. He looked away from me, and began to just walk off into the trees and shrubs. He put his hands in his pockets, and disappeared behind the vegetation.

I looked to Mia, as she asked, "He's acting weirder than usual. Are you sure that he's okay?"

I looked back in the direction that Drake had disappeared in. "Honestly, I don't know."

Drake's point of view-

Make them stop... Make the voices in my head stop already! All of the noises around me, the crunching snow underneath my feet, the sound of Grayson and Mia's voices, everything made my ears feel like they were bleeding, and made my head throb. All of the voices echoed, most of them being indistinguishable, but it could clearly hear just a few of their harsh words.

Worthless ...

Weak...

Failure ...

Mistake ...

Monster...

All of those words; those names that echoed in my mind. They hurt, because I knew that they were all true. I didn't want to talk or be around anyone for that matter. I wanted to just completely isolate myself and be alone. Usually I hate being alone, but that feeling just pulled at me. Why did all the voices begin to sound like my own? My vision was getting more blurry and white. I shook my head, as the deep laughed rung in my ears, the voices fading. I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart racing and my lungs hyperventilating. The glowing form of my former best friend stood there. His hair a mess, his were clothes burnt and covered in ash, and his flesh burnt. He looked up at me, with a psychotic laughter escaping from his wide shining grin. One eye had a faint cyan, and the other glowing a blinding white.

  Hey, "pal", not feeling too well, are ya?

He started to laugh again. I growled. "I'm just dreaming. Nothing you're doing now is real!"

He slowly began to walk closer, as I stepped back; the cold wind blowing behind me. I always hated it when he took Armen's form. It just reminded me of the fact that he was dead. Gone, all because of me and my selfishness. I shook my head.

  "Leave me alone!"

  This is no dream. You're breaking. The more you crumble, the closer I become to getting my new vessel.