𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (FNaF College) (Book 2 of 3)

Chapter 5

===Chica's POV===

I hate seeing him like this. So broken. So much anger building up inside of him. I hate seeing him so broken over her. If she loved him, she would see how much it kills him to see her. If she really loved him, she would disappear and he'd never see her again... Then maybe he would see... That she wasn't meant for him...
I find myself thinking back at that night. The night that I held him close to me, letting him cry into my chest. Letting him scream out all of his anger. He is living in hell. He won't allow himself to have her... But he can't bring himself to move on from her... He still loves her... and that's what really kills me.
I didn't mean to. I really didn't, but I couldn't help myself. I fell for him. I want him to look at me the way that he used to look at her. That love in his eyes, the kindness in his heart and voice. I want that. But I have to kill my feelings. I need to bury them. He doesn't want me... He only wants her. And I can't change that. All I can do is smile and say that I'm fine. Maybe then my feelings will fade... Hopefully.

"So when is this next gig?" I ask, taking a long sip of water after we finish our practice. Bonnie begins to fill us in on the details, but his voice begins to drown out as I watch Foxy leave the room without so much as a word. His face looked grim and angry which made me grit my teeth. 

"Hey! Chica are you listening?" Bonnie asks grabbing my attention. I quickly break my focus on Foxy and look back at him.

"Yeah! I am!" I quickly lie. He seems to buy it going back to explaining the whole plan while I take a seat on one of the couches, staring at the doorway Foxy left out of. I wonder if I should go talk to him... He seems to have a lot on his mind. My thoughts soon wander to that night I spent with him. After I calmed him down and put him in bed I couldn't help but lay down next to him. Watching as his face slowly turned from troubled And in pain, to something that resembled peace. I think of how close we were... How close I laid next to him. The thought of his face being so close to mine makes my face turn red with embarrassment. No! What am I thinking? Don't start feeling that again. You're just going to get hurt. But I can't help feeling this way about him. Even if I do want to bury these feelings. Lock then away so that they could never see the light of day... But I just can't help it. I wish that he could just hear the beat of my heart when he's near. When I'm next to him. I wish he could feel the absence of breath in my lungs when he looks at me.

"Chica!" Bonnie exclaims a little upset that I haven't been paying attention. I jump at the sudden exclamation of my name.
"What's going on with you? I've never seen you like this?" Ironic. I think to myself as I try to blow off his question, but he continues to persist until I finally speak up.

"Look. I'm just worried about Foxy is all alright!" My tone comes off more aggressive than I meant but at this point, I couldn't really care any less. Usually, I'm the quiet and calm one. So my sudden burst of expression takes both of the guys by surprise.

"We're worried about him too, you know. But there isn't anything any of us can do for him. Not when he won't accept help." Freddy speaks up from the other couch across from mine. I know he's right. I know that Foxy is too proud and far too stubborn to ever ask for help, even if this kills him.

"That doesn't mean that we don't help him! At this point, I don't think it matters whether or not he asks for it. He needs it, and he needs it now." I say taking to my feet and leaving the room and heading towards Foxy's. The others don't try to stop me, knowing that I'm right. If he doesn't get help... I'm not sure what will happen to him. 
The hallway leading to his room is dark, and the atmosphere it resonates with is cold and unforgiving. But there is a sound coming from his room. A warm sound that I haven't heard in a long time. His guitar. It hums its melodies as its sound is manipulated by experienced hands. It's soft, but as I press my ear against his door the sound becomes clear and I'm able to hear as Foxy hums along with it. Every now and again he sings a line of lyrics, stopping every time he does, no doubt to write it down. 
I raise my hand to knock so that maybe I could talk to him. Something stops me though. A voice in my head tells me that if I go in there... If I go in there to see him. To listen to what he has to say, that I'll just come out heart-broken... But what's the point? What's the point in hiding what I know I feel for him? To avoid heartbreak? Even though every single day that I go on without telling him... I feel like I'm losing my mind. Again I raise my hand to knock, but again my hand is stopped from cracking against the surface of the wooden door. All I can do is shut my eyes as I drop my arm to my side with a heavy sigh.

Who am I kidding? I can't tell him... I can never tell him.

===Foxy's POV===

My guitar. I sometimes believe that it's the only real friend that I have anymore. The only thing that truly knows the pain that I go through. The anger that I harbor in my heart. The confusion that wages war on my thoughts. And for a moment, when my fingers glide across those strings my pain is given a form. My anger is taken from my heart and placed on the lyrics of a song. And the confusion becomes a clarity of rhythm and harmony. For a moment, and only for that moment, do I feel okay. For only that moment do I feel like I have everything under control. 
My fingers glide, pluck, and strum against the smooth, yet rigid surface of the strings as I string out another song of pain, regret, and suffering. One that I've been working on for a while now, but there is something missing to it. A sound, or a string of lyrics that I just can't come up with.

"I've been laying in my bed. Wishing I had never woken..." I sing along with the mellow melody of strings before a couple sharp knocks resonate from my door. Almost at the very second I muffle the sound of the guitar and close my notebook with haste. Before I get up to answer the door, I slide both my notebook and my guitar under my bed, getting up and going to the door. 

"What is it?"I ask after I open the door to find Bonnie standing there, an odd look on his face.

"Hey... Uh.." He stops rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact. "Everyone is... worried. You've been more secluded than normal. A-and I know that you like to keep to yourself, we've just noticed you've been off." He talks fast and with a hint of panic in his voice, while I just stand there. Staring with a blankness in on my face. Here they go again. Trying to save someone who a) doesn't want to be saved and b) can't be saved. 

"No offense, or anything. I'm not trying to call anyone a liar or anything, but I'm fine." Bonnie's face turns stern now at my dismissing the hell that I'm being put through.

"Come on man. Don't do that. Not with me and not with the others..." He pauses for a moment, trying to decide if what he has to say should be said.
"If you forgot, it took both me and Freddy to hold you on the ground while you thrashed about. So don't give us that 'I'm fine' shit. You're in pain. Let us help."

"I don't need your help!" I shout causing the whole house to fall into silence as the others no doubt heard me.
"I don't need it. I don't want it. And I can't have it! So just leave me alone!" I retreat back into my room and slam the door in Bonnie's face.