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Pray For Plagues
Everything was perfect. Almost.
Days past, then weeks and I seemed to be forgetting those. .things. Those images. Those
And then, all of a sudden, one day it all came back.
A month and a half later and now it comes back. A suspect. The one. The once that caused me
shit for days.
It would've been worse if Matt wasn't there.
And now my world goes to shit once more.
Me, Jimmy, Johnny, Matt, Michelle, and Brian sit in my living room, surfing through the chennels on
the television and drinking cokes; coke zero's for Michelle and I.
I'm on the couch, resting against Matt's chest with his arms restricted around me. His back is
against the arm of the chair.
Michelle and Brian are in the same position, oppisite sides of us and Johnny sits in between. Jimmy
is spwarled on the floor.
We settled for Gossip Girls. No one here, with the exeption of Michelle, likes this show, but we
decided we could get a few good laughs and jokes off of it.
After it was over, Jimmy lay on the floor, his arm raised so he could change the channel with the
He flipped past the news, and me being myself, I asked him to stop so I could see what was going
And arn't I glad I did have him stop.
After a few protests from the guys, we all sat still and watched.
"-The man responsable for the animal murders all across the United States-"
All across the US?
I thought is was only Cali?
What sick motherfucker would goddamn do that across the US?
"-Fingerprints finally found on the flagpole matched up to the prints of an unknown, unlocated
Matthew Charles Sanders. More on that on News at Ten. Back to you, Tom."
My fingers went cold.
The arms around my shoulders, around my waist, the fingers twined with mine, felt unsafe. Felt like
a cage. Felt like a trap.
For a minute, everything was dreamlike. It didn't seem real.
Realization set back in and I noticed that everyone was staring at me.
Then I realized that everyone was staring at Matt and not me.
I realized that Jimmy spit his coke all over my carpet.
I realized that Brian's grip on Michelle tightened.
I realized that Johnny went stock white.
I realized that my fingers gripped my soda can so hard that it was denting and my fingers wouldn't
move because they were so cold.
I realized that Matt was like a rock behind me, not moving. Completely immobile.
And finally, I realized that I was in Matt's arms and he did this to me.
I dropped my soda can and soaked Jimmy's jeans.
As quickly as I could, I moved from Matt's arms and cuddled close against Johnny, his arms winding
around me and sending small, short waves of reasurrance through me.
Sobs shook my body and I clung to Johnny as my life depended on it. I'm thinking now, that my life
did depend on it.
Could Matt have done to me what he did to those animals? What did he do to those animals?
I thought back to that panther speared and bleeding, it's eyes rolled in the back of it's head.
How could Matt have done it?
I couldn't believe it, but fingerprints and DNA.
I felt a familiar grip on my arm, but this grip was different than the gentle, loving way he'd hold
Matt's fingers pressed against my skin and I felt from there on go cold.
I was afraid to look because I knew that when your circulation got cut off, that part of your body
went a blue-ish color.
Is my arm a blue-ish color right now? I'd bet anything that it is.
I whimpered and curled against Johnny's chest, sobbing into his shoulder.
Then the forceful grip was gone and cold, harsh words were being thrown back and forth.
The sounds of my ragged inhaling and exhaling and the sounds of my heart pounding, the sounds of my
blood rushing back into my arm, the sounds of my cries; they all drowned out the cruel words.
Johnny shook my shoulder and whispered in my ear, but I couldn't hear him.
I looked up for a split second, and Matt was gone.
I tried to speak but my voice broke and I gave up, settling for crying on Johnny's shoulder.
I'm not even sure what I was feeling.
Hurt? Betrayed? Maybe even a little mental?
I felt the couch leave from under my body and gentle movements.
I didn't care what was happening, I just wrapped my arms around Johnny's neck and burried my face in
Then warmth corsed through my body and caused me to shake violently.
What the fuck's happening?
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