I'm Only As Real As You Make Me -Chapter 3-

My world slowly came back into view. I didn’t notice the area. Where was I? Had I glitched back to the origin of my feelings? I blinked multiple times and looked around, soon seeing the familiar body shape of my love, Jerome. I was still here. I was still living life.

I smiled slightly and tried to get up and move to him, but I couldn’t feel my muscles. I felt weak, useless, small, vulnerable. I didn’t like it. I winced as I was able to roll onto my back. I sighed and shivered. Wherever were, it was cold, even with my clothes on.

“Mitch..?” I heard the weak voice say.

“Jerome..? Buddy, is that you..?” I replied, my voice just as weak. I barely looked over at him.

He nodded and was able to crawl over to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I smiled and sighed happily. I had missed these arms in my sleep.

“I see you two are awake!” I heard Adam yell, while running down a set of stairs.

I heard Jerome growl, even in his state, and hold me tighter. Adam smirked at the two of us. I was beginning to be able to move a bit and lightly wrapped my arms back around him.

“Oh please, I’m not after Mitch, calm down. It’s Jerome that I want.” Adam said as casual as anything.

This time it was my turn to growl. It was no matter if Adam was my friend or not, in that moment, he was my worst enemy. I could tell Jerome was shocked. I suddenly felt strength and let go of Jerome, standing up weakly in front of Adam. He smirked at me.

“Oh, and what do you plan to do. You’re weak and glitching. There’s no way you’ll stop me!” He laughed evilly and kicked back on the couch he was laying on.

I just notice that I was glitching, but that was from the small insecurity I had. I knew Jerome loved me, so I was able to hold on.

“Mitch, don’t.” Jerome pleaded, trying to get up but failing.

“No. I’m sick of being thought of as the weakling. I’m tired of people running over me. I’m ending this so we can just go back home.” I walked slowly and creepily closer to Adam before finally standing right in front of him.

“Bring it.” He said, not even getting up.

I growled. “Sleep.” Then I pulled back and fist, launching it right into Adam’s temple.

I watched as his head went limp and his body relaxed. I put him to sleep. I walked over and helped to hold up Jerome.

“Don’t ever leave the house alone again.” I whispered before we helped each other out of the house and back to our own warm home.