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"Something the matter?"
I turned around, seeing a concerned look fill Lydia's eyes. "Yeah, yeah everything is fine."
"Alright, is there anything else I can do? Anything else you need?"
"No," I paused a minute, seriously considering asking for some cash. "No, I'm okay. I'll be alright. Thank you, Lydia. Thank you for everything you've done." She showed a smile that wrapped arms of comfort around my fearful soul. "Oh you're welcome, Jimmy. Anything to help someone in need! I couldn't just leave you there." As she turned to go, I took her by the shoulder and turned her around.
"Remember what I said okay? You promised me you'd remember." Taken by surprise that I'd bring that up again, her delayed reaction was only nodding.
"Okay," She whispered before turning to leave. "But wait. Here. Take this." She shoved some crumpled money in my hand. I looked down to count it, and to my surprise there was $50.00.
"Holy shit..." No one had ever given me 50 dollars just because. I didn't even ask for anything. I guess I couldn't return it now; when I looked up, she was already gone. I turned around, and stepped into the gas station that was now in front of me.
"May I help you?"
"No, I'm good, thanks." I mumbled. My mind was too distracted with other compelling thoughts. Why in the fuck would I call Brian? Of course he's not going to believe it was me... Oh God, he must be feeling like shit right now. I searched for a bathroom, finally stumbling upon one that read employees only. "Fuck that." I scoffed. I opened the door, quickly sneaking in. Before I could even lock the door, my reflection in the mirror caught my eye. The skin on my arms and hands had returned to their normal, smooth and colorful pigment. My burn scars amongst other things were gone. I was mesmerized by what once looked by at me whenever I saw myself finally being back. I fell back against the door, covering my mouth. I dropped to the ground, almost in tears with joy. Finally... Finally I was myself. I had the breath of life breathed into my mouth, and flowing through my body and lungs. Nothing in this moment could make me happier... I was going to fix this. I was going to fix this if it killed me... Again.

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I stared at the phone in my hand, wanting to break it in half. I wanted to throw it against the wall, and never look at it again. I gripped it tightly, staring straight ahead of me. I don't know who in the hell would do this to me, but they're damn lucky I don't try and find them. I slowly turned myself to the side and got out of the booth I'd been occupying ever since Zacky went out to the car. Another thing, I didn't even want to be around him at this point. He fucking lied. He didn't have one clue what happened last night. I didn't exactly remember either, but I could tell when he was lying. I stood, taking my time making it to the car. I restricted myself from walking freely, but instead was almost stopped by my stiffness. I could barely move. I didn't want to. My blood ran cold, and mixed with a black poison in my veins. I opened the car door, and slung myself in the seat.
"Brian, what the HELL too-"
"Drive."
"What? What the hell do you mean drive? This is my car, and you took how long to quit bitching? 30 minutes? 45?? I should've left your ass here!"
"Just. Drive, Zacky. I don't have to explain myself." I didn't want to hear him complaining to me about when I should have come back out to the car.
"Brian, what the hell is your problem? What's the matter?"
"JUST FUCKING DRIVE, GODDAMMIT ZACKY! FUCKING TAKE ME HOME, YOU ASSHOLE." I screamed. I didn't exactly mean for it to come out that way, but like I cared right now. I was too focused on trying to remember last night, and that call I just received a few minutes ago. The air hung with awkward silence before he backed out of the parking space, and began driving. Not one word was said the entire way back to my house. That's okay, though. I didn't want to hear Zacky continuing to ask me what was wrong or why I was being so cold. In no time Zacky pulled into by driveway, and put the car into park.
"Get the fuck out of my car, Brian." I raised an eyebrow, and just sat there. I wondered how far I could push him.
"Brian," He spoke through gritted teeth. "I mean it. Get the fuck out of my car." I still didn't move. He needed to get angrier. I loved making him mad anyway. Zee sighed, dropping his hand beside him, in the little compartment in his door. He clutched something in his hand, and leaned over, opening my door for me.
"Last chance, Gates. Get the hell out."

I scoffed, trying to contain my laughter at his attempts of getting me to leave.
"No."
"You wanted me to take you home, and now you're here and I want you out. You better leave before you regret it."
"Come on Zack. You couldn't do anything if yo-" I couldn't finish my sentence. My face was met with a cool spray that burned my eyes beyond anything I've ever experienced. I coughed from accidentally inhaling it, and wheezed as I tried to catch my breath. I leaned my head out of the door, spitting up everything I could. Did he just fucking pepper spray me?? What the hell?!
"Told you you'd regret it," He laughed a little, unbuckling my seat belt. "Now get out." He gave me a little nudge, and I fell out of the seat onto the ground outside. There was a slam of a car door, and he sped off so quickly that he left skid marks on the ground. I could barely see though, so I could be wrong. Continuing to cough, I crawled to my front door. I fumbled around in my pocket to find my keys, and somehow managed to get the door open. When I had crawled all the way inside, I just collapsed on the floor, coughing and spitting up disgusting liquids that burned my throat. I don't how long it'd been until I stopped all the side effects of being pepper sprayed, but I think I blacked out a little. Music filled my ears, and I guess before we left this morning, we forgot to turn off the sound system. I stumbled up the stairs of my house, and leaned against my bedroom door as I tried to catch my breath. God I needed a shower or something. A nap maybe. I splashed water on my face and took sips from the faucet. I could see much better now, but it still burned. I opened the cabinet door and found some eye drops for myself. I blinked away what I didn't get in my eyes and set the little container back in my cabinet. "Fuck Zacky... What in the hell is wrong with you."

I made my way back to my bed, and pulled back the covers. When my eyes met what was behind them, I froze. I was overcome with fear and shock. What in the hell... Stains. Stains on my bed. Obvious stains from obvious things. Stains that weren't there before last night. Oh God, someone please tell me nothing... Happened. How the fuck could I have missed this getting out of bed this morning? I felt like I was sinking to the bottom of the ocean, being dragged down by the sharp claws of my nightmarish thoughts. This wasn't real. That was it, this was just a dream. At least I thought it was until I remembered a flash of one single second from last night...

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