Present
I bolted up and quickly buried my face in my hands. Those dreams...they were memories. Vivid fucking memories.
Detailed. Memories.
I understood how I felt about Ricky, and I knew him more than I knew myself at this point in time. I shuddered against my hands before sitting up properly and sighing. The door opened and Manson walked in before he froze and looked at me awkwardly.
"What's up?"
"Why do you look so freaked out? Has something happened?"
"No, I'm just...remembering more and more. Some of its great, other parts...not so much."
Manson smiled at me sympathetically before handing me a sandwich and a drink. "Eat and drink them slowly, your body isn't going to be used to eating."
"Okay."
"Get some sleep. The police are gonna be here in the morning or maybe the day after."
"What why!?"
"Because they want to question you about beating someone up."
I don't remember doing anything like that, Holy shit. Did I actually beat someone up? "Surely I would've had a reason to beat someone up."
"Most likely. Ricky and Angelo are going to come up tomorrow, they want to talk to you. So get some sleep, okay?"
"Alright. Night Manson."
"Night." The grey haired doctor said with a fond smile before he left.
(Ricky)
"ANGE! CHRIS REMEMBERS MORE AND MORE!" I squealed, jumping up and down before flinging myself into Ange's arms.
Ange laughed and swung me around before he shoved me into Ryan's arms, who hugged me tightly with a wide smile. "That's great!"
"I know! I also...I've got a confession to make."
Ryan pulled away and sat down on the sofa, Ange mimicking his actions. I sighed and sandwiched myself between the two of them. "So...me and Chris aren't actually divorced..."
Ryan's jaw dropped and Ange looked at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. "What."
"I didn't file the divorce papers...I went to but I forgot. I found them a while ago, and I didn't know what to do...so I kept them."
"What're you gonna do then, Ricky?"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't want to divorce him because I love him. And at the same time, I don't want to be with him because of what he did..."
"Well, do whatever's best for you, Ricky." Ange said with a supportive smile.
Ryan just stared at me before he shook his head. "I don't know what to say, to be completely honest Ricky. All of this mess could've been easily avoided if you'd just spoken to him."
I hung my head and tried not to wince, because I knew he was right. "Remember your vows, Ricky? Because I'm sure everybody else does. Together in what? Misery?" Ryan said, carrying on.
"I NEVER SAID I WAS PERFECT DID I!? WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES! Theres guilt behind my eyes because if anybody knew how I felt? They'd all say it's my fucking fault!" I snarled, shoving myself off of the sofa and storming out to the room Chris had built me.
And yes, I slammed the door as hard as I could.
Maybe I was being childish. To be honest, there was no 'maybe' about it. But damn it, surely I should be able to chose my own path in life?
Keeping up with the petulant mood, I slumped against one of the seats and groaned. I glanced around and felt a small smile grow on my face when I remembered Ghost's reaction to finding me and Chris.
That was probably some of the funniest shit I'd ever seen. And I'd seen Andy Biersack take amphetamines for a dare. Which, incidentally, was also hilarious.
Maybe I needed to go make up with them, well, no I had to go make up with them. I guess I have to swallow my pride and get rid of it. But would I be able to?
A few hours later, I ended up making up with the guys and let them stay the night. With my last thoughts being of Chris, I desperately wished that he'd remember everything...
(Chris)
I heard footsteps before someone stood at the doorframe. "Is he okay." Ricky asked coldly. I tensed up and let out a low sob at his voice, pulling the covers over my head.
"Ah not really?"
"Good." Ricky spat bitterly. I heard drawers open and close, boxes getting moved and I peered out from my blanket cocoon to see the bags under his eyes.
He must've noticed me looking because he turned to face me and gave me the darkest glare I'd ever seen.
I yelled and bolted up with sweat running down my face. Sweat and, to my horror, dismay.
I don't know if any of the doctors had heard me because nobody came in, or really bothered. I felt the sensation of having meds put into you before everything went blurry.
Oh look, it's a full moon tonight, it's to pretty! I shook my head, disbelieving my thoughts. I wonder if Ricky's thinking about me because he is one sexy-
Okay. So maybe I ended up high, big deal. Before I embraced the silent arms of sleep, Manson walked in and took one horrified look at me.
And then?
Darkness.
