MIME (book one of MIME)

Chapter Fifteen

They both stand up again.
Blurryface holds the napkin to his gushing injury.
They both run closer to the fence.
Their lungs hurt.
Their hearts couldn't take the energy anymore.
They got to the fence.
Prisoners cut open a hole in the fence so people could get out.
Murmurs were everywhere.
This was the only time Cry Baby could look back at the prison.
Half of the building has collapsed.
The area Blurryface and Cry Baby talked to each other on the phone was completely gone.
The ceiling caved in.
There used to be four floors.
Now there's only one floor.
There were no walls.
Police were dying.
Prisoners were escaping.

Cry Baby and Blurryface got out of the fenced area and ran for their lives.
They ran down a street that started getting on fire.
Other areas besides the prison were getting on fire and getting blown up.
This was basically a war.
But with who?

"I know where we are."
Blurryface says, out of breath.
"I'll follow you."
Cry Baby says.
"I need to get this jumpsuit off. If people find me it won't be good."
He looks around as they walked.
"I don't have anything, I'm sorry."
Cry Baby frowns.
"It's okay. Let's keep going, come on."
They start running again.

Blurryface enters that same forest that was by his house.
He just ran straight and hoped he'd find something familiar.
Sirens were everywhere.
Bombs exploded in the distance.
They come upon a familiar sight.
The trees looked recognizable.
"We're almost at my house."
His throat started to hurt him.
Then they came upon the edge of the forest.
They found the block they were on when they played hide and seek.
It's almost as they just turned back time.

They got to Blurryface's house and quickly got inside.
They locked all doors and windows.
Closed all curtains.
Blurryface got changed into something more comfortable and threw the orange jumpsuit under his bed.
Cry Baby grabbed the band-aids she got last time when Blurryface got hurt.
His injury wasn't as bad.
The bleeding stopped.
It was just all swollen.
She carefully placed the band-aids on his face and got an ice pack.
Blurryface laid in his bed and coughed sometimes.
Cry Baby held his hand as he laid there.
He stared at her chocolate eyes.
She stared back at his red velvet eyes.

"Thank you."
Blurryface says to Cry Baby.
Cry Baby smiles.
"You don't need to thank me."
He didn't respond after that.
He fell asleep.
Cry Baby kissed his forehead and walked into his bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.
She needed to take a shower.
She knew Blurryface wouldn't mind if she took a shower here.
Cry Baby looked for a towel in a closet and found one.
Then she started the water.
She got undressed and stepped in the shower.
The warm water felt good running down her body.
It splashed all over her face.
She didn't mind.
She looked around for soap but of course didn't find any for girls.
She didn't have any choice but to just stand there in the shower.
She wasn't going to use boy shampoo and body wash.
Those are for Blurryface.
Not her.

Cry Baby closed her eyes.
Makeup ran down her face.
She often had to look behind her because she felt as if someone were there.
Watching her.
She'd shiver sometimes.
Cry Baby watched all of the dust that was on her travel down her body and into the drain.
Then felt something real.
Like close to her.
She got very anxious as she thought about it.
Cry Baby slowly turns around to see.
She sees him.
Why was he here?
His eyes stared directly at hers.
He didn't have any clothes on.
Cry Baby stepped back, watching him.

"Why're you here?"
Cry Baby asks.
He doesn't answer or move.
He continues to stare at her eyes.
His wound looked bad.
Cry Baby could feel him about to hurt her.
The way he looked at her.
The angriness and sadness.
Cry Baby couldn't help it.
She stepped closer to him and hugged him.
Her arms wrapped around his neck.
Blurryface didn't hug her back.
He just stood still.
Then Cry Baby felt his hands creep up on her.
Blurryface pushed her against the wall and grabbed her neck.
Strangling her.
Cry Baby tried crying out for help.
Trying to tell him to stop.
But he didn't.
His red eyes glared deeply at her.
She fell and hit her head on the wall.
Then everything went dark.

Darkness filled Cry Baby's vision.
She woke up feeling sick.
She didn't know where she was because it was so dark.
She heard the TV on outside in the living room.
"Yesterday at five thirty-three in the afternoon, an anonymous terrorist bombed multiple buildings. Hundreds are dead. The Marshall Jail was bombed and over hundreds of prisoners escaped."
Cry Baby listened to the news.
She figured out she was laying in Blurryface's bed.
She hugged another pillow as she laid there.
"Many guards and police were killed and others remain severely injured."
Cry Baby sat up and got out of the bed.
She walked over to the door that was open by just a crack.
She peeled through the crack and saw Blurryface on the couch.
Looking very tired.
His eyes were focused on the screen.
Cry Baby walked out of the room.
Blurryface saw her and looked at her as she walked over to him.

"You should sleep now."
She tells him.
Blurryface shakes his head.
"I can't. I tried."
He looks back at the screen.
Cry Baby sits next to him and snuggles up against his side.
His arm wrapped around her shoulder.
"I had another dream."
Cry Baby says.
"I'm sorry."
Blurryface says.
Cry Baby watched the television.
Videos and photos of destroyed homes and stores, places were people worked, all gone.
People screamed.
No one could go outside.
You either had a choice to evacuate or stay secure in your homes.
Blurryface didn't dare try to evacuate.
Police could possibly find him.

"I'll stay out here with you."
Cry Baby said in his upper arm.
Her voice sounded muffled.
But Blurryface understood.
"Okay."
He replies.

Cry Baby falls back asleep almost right away.
Blurryface looks down at her.
Her hugging his arm was the cutest thing ever to him.
He grabbed the remote for the TV and shut it off.
He carefully stood up and picked Cry Baby up in his arms.
He walked over to his bedroom and set her down in his bed.
Then he wrapped her in the blankets.
He enjoyed taking care of Cry Baby.
Blurryface walked over to his side of the bed and then laid down next to her.

This always happens but the thought of love comes back in his mind.
Does he love Cry Baby?
Is it love or is it lust?
He'd do anything for her.
Die for her.
Kill for her.
Anything.
Something he didn't trust all of his life is creeping on him.
As if he really did trust his love for her.
Maybe he was just crazy.
He closed his eyes.
He left those thoughts in the past.
He was wanted right now.

The thought of Josh rolls in his head.
Is he alive?