Jerome's P.O.V
It's been 3 days. Mitch hasn't woken up yet. I've spent the past few days, sitting beside his bed waiting. I've barely let go of his hand, desperately hoping to feel it twitch a little, praying for a sign he's coming back. I stifle a yawn and try to keep my eyes open. My eyelids droop more and I lay my head on the edge of the bed. Maybe a minute's rest won't hurt...
Mitch's P.O.V
I've been trapped in this darkness and confusion for what feels like weeks on end. I've been trying to piece things, such as broken memories, together to pass the time. But so far, I haven't come up with much. I sit down in the world of darkness I'm encased in and close my eyes, seeing the same amount of light I see with my eyes open. Nothing. I force my mind to remember anything. Suddenly, a little flicker seems to appear in my mind. A name. Mitch. Would Mitch be the name of the boy my heart was possibly broken by? Was someone close to me, such as my father or best friend named Mitch? Was my name Mitch? My mind seems to close off at any other information. I sigh dejectedly. I almost had something. Maybe, something will come to me later....maybe....
-Later-
After pondering over the name Mitch for a few hours, I feel like I have the information on the tip of my tongue. I can't quite seem to reach it. I try my hardest and finally, after a bit more thinking, my brain manages to give me another name. Jerome. I'm back with the questions. Who is Jerome? Is it me? Is it my best friend? Only a few minutes after I recieve the name Jerome, I suddenly remember a bit more. It's a faint flashback, some things are extremely hard to remember or see, but it's something.
I'm in front of a computer. A laptop. I hear a laugh coming from somewhere, a laugh that makes my heart glow. I hear the laugh change effortlessly into a voice just as beautiful.
"Come on, Mitch! We're goin to the D!"
I'm rapidly clicking and holding buttons for a few minutes, yelling things I can't quite hear. I end up yelling in what sounds like victory and the male voice cheering for me as well. The male and I talk for a bit, saying more things I can't seem to put into actual words. But what I say last is something I can hear perfectly clear. The male's voice disappears and all that's left is mine whispering
"I love you, Jerome.."
I open my eyes, still faced with darkness. I'm Mitch. Jerome is my friend. But maybe, he isn't just my friend. I said I loved him. I felt something for him.
As happy as I am figuring this out, however, it still doesn't explain why I'm enclosed in a world of enternal darkness. What lead me to be here? Will I ever escape or am I doomed to be here forever? Just as I'm beginning to wonder, light suddenly shines from somewhere. A bright white light is coming towards me. As it gets closer, words and phrases flash through my mind.
Jerome. Love. Team Crafted. Minecraft. Merome. Heartbreak. Cut. Suicide. Death.
Before I can uncover more, the light reaches me. I close my eyes and feel myself slip away from the darkness and into a new world.
And, off in the distance, I swear I hear quiet, beautiful singing....
Jerome's P.O.V
I open my eyes groggily then sit up slowly. I check the time. 3:42pm. I slept for a good 3 hours. I'm surprised a nurse didn't wake me up. I take Mitch's hand again, after losing grip of it while I was asleep, and sigh deeply. Seemingly, no change. I open my mouth and quietly begin to sing a song I've loved for a long time.
Manage me, I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book
Half unread
I wanna be laughed at
Laughed with, just because
I wanna feel weightless
And that should be enough
But I'm stuck in this fucking rut
Waiting on a second hand pick me up
And I'm over, getting older
If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I'm over, getting old
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here
Make believe that I impress
That every word
By design
Turns a head
I wanna feel reckless
I wanna live it up, just because
I wanna feel weightless
Cause that would be enough
If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I'm over, getting old
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here
This could be all that I've waited for
And this could be everything
I don't wanna dream anymore
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I've been going crazy
I'm stuck in here
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here
(A/N: Song is Weightless by All Time Low. I've been listening to them a bit lately so :3)
I stop and suddenly feel Mitch's hand move. I stare, awestruck, as Mitch's eyes finally open, after 3 days of them being shut. I see him look around confused. When his eyes land on me, the first words weakly whispered out of his mouth make my heart shatter into millions of pieces.
"Where....Where am I?.."
