Free Falling Capricorn by Dallas Adams Page B

trees. That fact brought tears to his eyes. He tried to wipe the tears away, but they continued incessantly. He lamented with loneliness . How would he ever get to touch his Christen again? How would he stop her from forgetting him when his 'best friend' wouldn't even help him do one little thing?
    "If he won't help you, then why don't you just make him help you?" A dark voice whispered suddenly. Joey lifted his head, listening to the dark voices murmuring around him.
    "Can I really do that?" he wondered out loud.
    He was met with the answer, "Well why not? Haven't you done everything in your power to help him and now suddenly he won't help you with one little thing? That is wrong. You can force people to help you without it being a bad thing, sweet Joey. Just let us help you. Then Eric's betrayal will be replaced with that loving and warm friendship feeling again. We promise you, just trust us. You will not be betrayed, Eric will surely understand this." Joey thought, ‘Weren’t the voices right?'
    And with that Joey agreed, "I will not be betrayed." He placed his hand into the darkness and the fangs sank deep into his hand as the dark voiced started crackling.
    "We will help." one of the dark voices said.
    "Yes, help!" the other dark voice said breaking into a laughing fit.
     
     
    Eric scrubbed the shampoo in his hair doing the same with the conditioner. What he said to Roxie was very insensitive, and he was well aware of that. He felt bad afterwards. Sometimes he wondered why it brought him such great pleasure to push her buttons.
    “Was I too harsh?” he asked to no one, drying off his hair. He stared into the foggy mirror as he toweled himself off. Roxie was being so sweet, taking care of him with all her heart. She was always putting him before anyone and anything; but still, she was just too easy to mess with. He shook it off, dismissing it. Why was it worth his time to ponder about it?
    He kept his stare in the mirror, fixing up his hair. He watched as his eye started to twitch slightly when the lights started flickering. "Stupid light. Going to need to get that fixed now," he sighed. He wasn't a very handy man to have. In fact, when it came to fixing things around the house, he was normally making things worse. He looked down to grab his boxers and put them on. In that short time of getting dressed, he found himself gasping out of surprise when he looked at the words, "Back Stabber" written in the wet smog.
    "Whose there!?" he exclaimed, but it was quiet. All seemed normal. He swallowed hard as a chill ran down his spine. It was suddenly a lot colder in the bathroom, somehow causing all the fog to disappear in a matter of seconds. Eric could see his breath. He jumped back to see Joey's reflection on the now cleared mirror. He was standing in his military outfit with the same scatterbrain look to him as there always was before. Suddenly everything became so familiar and normal again, but he couldn’t get over the fact Joey was inside the mirror.
    "What the fuck!?" he yelped. ‘Did Roxie drug me!?’ Eric asked in his thoughts and sat there in a moment of shock, he honestly didn’t know if he was sane or crazy.
    “I beg you Eric! Just one more time, that’s all I ask of you. I just need to see her just once and be able to touch her.” Joey's hand pressed against the mirror. Joey's eyes hardened as he waited for a response.
    Eric stood there for a moment before swallowing down some fear. Joey continued staring at him with a look that gave him chills down his spine. There was a deep loneliness he had never seen in that boy’s eyes before. The weirdness of everything finally became unbearable to Eric. He rushed out of the bathroom to his bedroom hoping it would be normal, and perhaps, safer there. He was soon proved wrong. The lights started to flicker in his room, seeming to be just as confused as the bathroom lights to stay on or off.
    "Roxie, you're mad, I got it. Now stop that!" Eric yelled, but she had