Mike? (Chapter 9)
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My therapy sessions have turned from once a week to four times a week. Why? I don't know. All I know is...I'm so done. Done with all of this. The pain, the wait, the depression...done.
"Cody, sweetheart, you don't have to do your laundry, I've got that handled."
Oh, and my mom has been acting strangely...erm...perfect. Like one of those dream mothers that clean up after you, and let you do whatever you want. I'm not complaining, it's just that it does nothing. No matter how much money she gives me, or how she tries to cook my favorite foods...it's never enough.
I wave her off, trudging my way towards the laundry room. "I got it." I mumble with a completely flat expression. My eyes roll once I hear her footsteps follow behind my own. Awkwardly I begin pulling the sleeves of my shirts back into their correct placement, knowing my mother is leaning against the door frame watching me.
"Cody...you know I love you right?"
I arch a brow, but keep my gaze on the clothing. "Uh huh..." A soft sigh is heard, and suddenly I'm being hugged from behind. The sudden contact has me going tense. "Ma?"
"Shh, baby...I just want you to be okay again. I want my old little Cody Pie back. I-" her grip on my body tightens, and soon muffles sniffles escape her. "-I-I...I think you should...go."
"G-Go?" I tilt my head, now facing the side of her own, tears visibly trickling down her cheeks. "Wha-"
"I signed you up for a program in California. It's a home for the depressed and suicidal. Now before you get all upset I want you to listen to me. Okay?"
I can't tell you how quickly my expressed changed from confused to venomous. The blood begins to pump through my body even faster, and even my cheeks flare up in color.
"You did WHAT?"
"Cody-"
"No. N-N-No, don't you Cody me! You're sending me away to live with a bunch of freaks?!" I throw down the button up shirt that had currently been in my tight grip, shoving away from her. "I can't believe you!"
"You'll only be there for a few months Cody! I read about how sweet the runners of the program are. They'll understand you better than I ever could. Plus, you'll be with kids your age with the same problems!"
I let out a shaky breath, fist now clenched as tightly as they could go. This is all a joke...it has to be.
"You aren't funny."
"Sweethea-"
"YOU AREN'T FUNNY!"
"Cody I'm being serious! Look, you're being irrational! I love you, and I want what's best for you!"
"You're sending me to a mental institution!"
"Cody it's not like that at all!"
"Then what is it?! A place where I'll be medicated into thinking things will be fine?!"
"No! Far from it!"
"So I won't be medicated?"
I scowl as she grows quiet, guilt practically dripping from her eyes. Unbelivable.
"I will..."
"It isn't as bad as you think Cody."
"You're trying to send me away to be DRUGGED ma! How is that in any way, shape, or form okay?!"
"It isn't being-"
"Don't even. If they're giving me medication that I don't want and refuse to take that's being drugged. You want this for me? Y-Y-You think this is okay? You want me to be someone I'm not, to the point you send me away?" By now my voice is a gentle whimper. My mother is shocked, considering I haven't showed this much emotion in months. But what I say next was better left unsaid... "I hate you."
She flinches as the words leave my mouth like bullets hitting her heart. "W-What?"
"I HATE you."
With that I push past her, leaving her alone in the house.
~MIKE'S POV~
Six months. Six months since I've seen my precious Cody. Oh how badly I want to go back, to hold him in my arms the way I've craved to do since we first laid eyes on each other...but I can't. The thought of rejection and seeing him with Leo...it's too much. I know he misses me though...
Every night before bed I shift to go for a run, and the moment my paws smack the soil I hear them. His deep, shaking sobs. I image the tears building up into those honey colored orbs, and it makes my wolf crazy. 'I caused that.' He says. 'I caused that wonderful creature to cry, and wish death upon himself. I'm ashamed.'
I am.
Cody.
Cody...
~CODY'S POV~
'Cody...'
I grip at my hair, stumbling blindly through the streets. It's already growing dark, and I still don't have a clue where my legs are taking me.
The voices.
They're growing louder, to the point I can't decipher my own thoughts from reality. Who is this? What do they want? Is it me trying to tell myself something...or is someone in my head? I've read about this type of thing before. They get in your mind, toying with it until you think you're crazy. That you lost it. Have...I lost it?
Suddenly crunches are heard beneath me, the warm of my blood reaching the surface. I'm cutting up the bottom of my foot by stepping on...twigs? Sure enough, I look down only to be met with the sickening sight of broken branches digging into the souls of my bare feet. Beautiful...
Wait. I'm in the woods? Am I leading myself to my own death? What a way to go out. Eaten by bears. No, better yet, death by exposure.
"Cody."
I shake my head wildly, holding it even tighter. The voices are too much! They sound too real, and I-I can't take it!
"Cody."
"S-Stop!"
"Cody, don't test me."
I freeze out of pure shock, the familiar line running through my mind. No. It can't...no. He isn't...no...
"M-M-Mike?" When there's no reply I whirl around, being greeted by those all too familiar eyes...only...this isn't Mike. It's a-...a-... "WOLF!"
That's all I remember before blacking out.
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