They had touched me like they loved me, although it is unlikley they feel that way for me. 

I was a creepy person to them only a few months ago.

Maybe it's just nothing, and I should leave the thought alone. Think of something else, like 'how am I going to help fight Cayden now I'm paralysed?' Great thought. It's something else I can't answer. How great.

When I woke, I hoped to be alone, but Mykle was still lying there next to me. They were staring at the ceiling. I began to shuffle to my wheelchair, but they heard I was awake. I wanted to be silent. Seems now my stealth has gone. Everything is just going awful. I'm in a bad mood. There's too much to think about and too much on my back.

"You're awake." Mykle quietly states.

"Yes." I reply, hauling myself into my only way of transport - my wheelchair. All black and shiny. I'm never going to get used to it.

I wheel round to the door, which puts met next to Mykle, who is now perched on the edge of the bed. They reach out to touch me, again.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I ask, trying not to sound rude, but like I said, I'm not in a great mood.

"Uh... I'm not really sure."

"Oh." 

Then I leave the room.

"Good morning, James." Ryan says as I turn into to living room.

"I'm not in a good mood." I mumble.

"Oh, why?"

"It doesn't matter." I lie. Today's not going to be a good days. Infact, good days are going to be miricale now that everything's going downhill.

I'm paralysed.

I'm weak.

Cayden was right.

I can't defeat him.

Not now I'm disabled.

What a great time to be shot in the back.

I'm loving it.

Really.

Not.

Mykle emerges from the corridor just as I finally manoever myself onto a proper, comfy chair.

"Is he OK?" I hear them quietly ask Ryan.

"No, but he won't tell me why. I guess he's not having a good day. Everything's been getting worse for him recently." he explains. 

Good thing I don't have to explain that Mykle's strange behaviour is tipping me to 'On Edge'. 

There's too much stress.

I'll break down at somepoint.

I'm not sure why, but I ignore Mykle that day. Maybe it's to clear my head. It works, a bit.

The next day is OK, but nothing's normal.

I'm treated like an incapable child and I hate it.

Just because I'm paralysed, doesn't mean I stop being able to be normal in some functions.

Everthing continues to go downhiil.

It snowballs.

It gets worse and warse and worse.

My mental state drops like a fly, and I keep coming to the point of breaking so many times.

I need help.

But I can't act weak. Cayden could see the flaw in our defense and try to take Mykle.

I care too much to let that happen.

About Mykle... their actions are still strange.

They seem to reach out to touch my face a shoulders a lot when we're alone. Sometimes I feel them stroke my face, like they did when I awoke after the incidence, when they think I'm asleep. I'm not sure why they do it.

One night, I break. I lay there with my eyes open and stare at the ceiling, and start to cry. I don't know why, and it makes me feel vulnerable and week. Mykle touches my face and wipes away the tears.

"What's wrong?" they ask.

"It's all going downhill. I feel useless. I'm stressed and I don't know how to fix it all." I mutter.

They take my hand.

"Don't worry, I'll support you."

They don't release my hand until just before I finally fall asleep. In the time before that, they kept squeezing my hand, and I would tell them 'I'm okay now'.

I fall further into sleep. 

They let go of my hand, and I feel them gently move. I'm too close to sleep to be bothered by the movement,

I fully close my eyes and begin to settle into sleep.

As I journey away to dreams, I feel a small touch on my cheek.

But it doesn't feel like their hand.

So I don't know what.

It was warm and slightly most.

It was a strange but slightly pleasant feeling.

The world falls falls away into a dream...

It's a little blury...

Someone's...

In my mind...

Again.

"Who's there?" I try to ask, but I can't hear if I said it.

"Shit." Comes the reply. I can't place the voice. It's too muffled.

"Who's in my head?"

"Just forget I was ever here, James." I still don't know who it is.

What the hell's going on?

Can someone tell me please?

There's someone in my head...

And I want to know who.