Chapter 2: The Life No Longer Lived
Felix knew this was wrong.
This should not have happened.
It didn't make sense.
Felix has an ordinary live, an uneventful life. Things like this don't happen to him.
Mel had just turned 17. She shouldn't have died so young.
People should die when they're ready, when they're old. His parents aren't even that old yet, let alone Mel!
Felix was on his knees, tears pouring out onto the hardwood floor.
For a moment Felix thought, "I'm ruining the floor." Before shortly retorting to himself with, "Fuck the floor! Mel is dead!"
Felix's thoughts moved even faster than usual processing this grief, yet he never got past denial.
This can't be real, it shouldn't be real, he reasoned, my life isn't like this.
Felix denied his reality, he spiraled into his fantasy, and as he did so, his thoughts caught onto something.
For some reason, Felix felt as if his mind was gripping something.
That something was trying to escape, so Felix encased it out of instinct.
He didn't know what it was or what was going on, he was too focused on Mel to pay too much attention.
"Yeah, that's right, she can't be dead. All I have to do is wake her up, and we'll all be okay! We'll be happy! We'll be-"
"Wake who up?" A voice echoed in Felix's head.
"Wake Mel up."
"I'm already up Felix, what's wrong?"
Felix stopped thinking for the briefest of moments before a tidal wave of emotion and thoughts came rushing in.
As this happened, the voice screamed, "Stop! STOP! You're too loud! What's going on?!"
Felix collected his thoughts, quickly, as always.
"Mel, are you alive?"
"I mean... I think so."
"Then why is your voice inside my head?"
"Maybe I'm telepathic?"
Felix considered this option for a moment, then checked Mel's pulse.
"Well, your heart isn't beating."
"Oh. Maybe I'm a ghost?"
"You're taking this awfully calmly."
"So are you."
"I'm on the verge of a breakdown, I'm just so shocked I'm feeling absolutely nothing right now."
Felix loosened his muscles, which were clenched so tight he almost tore them.
"Maybe I'm going crazy? Is that why I can hear you?"
"Could be. I can't really perceive anything outside of your thoughts."
"What? Why aren't you freaking out then?"
"I don't really feel anything other than your emotions, and you're kind of dead calm right now."
"Felix, sweetie?" Dorothy spoke up. "Are you alright?"
"Absolutely not. I think I may be going a little insane in fact."
"Grief can be hard on all of us. If you need me I'll be in the living room, just... processing things."
Felix took a moment to look up. He had been focusing inward for quite some time, and hadn't really bothered to take stock of how his parents were doing. He couldn't imagine Mel's death was any easier on them.
Dorothy was, similarly to Felix, pouring out tears. It was an understandable reaction to have, her only daughter, dead. It seemed as if she, unlike Felix, was currently in the middle of a breakdown.
Matt wasn't sad, or so it appeared to Felix. Matt's face was contorted in an expression of rage. His eyes betrayed a sadness behind this upon closer inspection, alongside a look of shock. What was strange to Felix, was not how Matt looked, however, but what he muttered to himself while looking over Mel's corpse.
"Those bastards... not a wound on the body. There's no way it was poison either... they're taunting me..."
Matt muttered this under his breath, seemingly too furious to try to hide what he was saying. It didn't make sense to Felix either way.
"Dad?" Felix said.
"What!" Snapped Matt.
"Who are you talking about?"
"What?" Matt realized he was talking out loud. "Don't worry about it. Dad's just going a little crazy right now. It's all nonsense."
"Oh, okay." Felix replied. "I think I'm going a little crazy too. I can hear Mel's voice in my head."
"You what?" Matt narrowed his eyes.
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LikelyStory Well, good times couldn't last forever! It's time for Felix to walk the road towards being the badass we all know he can be!
Sorry for the shorter chapter.
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