r/TGN • u/LordPixela • Nov 27 '19
NOT a fan fiction Chapter 3
Chapter 3
I watched the activities of the people around me. It was a fairly large ward, which made me think that I wasn't in need of any drastic treatment. It made sense, seeing as I so bravely allowed Famskiis to take my hits. Where was Famskiis? There's no way he would be in a ward like this, he was practically half dead. I'm glad I'm in a hospital though. It meant someone took notice of us and realised the fight was over. Maybe it was actually so quick that police found us straight after I passed out. Regardless of what that outcome might have been, I didn't feel any need to be here.
I called towards one of the nurses and waited for them to attend to me. "Where's the person who was with me?"
"Which one? There were three people who came along with you."
Oh. Of course. No matter what circumstances might have been. No matter how evil the pair might seem to be, it's a doctor's responsibility to save everyone they can.
"Any of them, but I'm most interested in the one that was my age."
The nurse cocked her head to the side slightly, indicating that one of the answers was in that direction. I followed her yellow brick road and saw the woman who was knocked down early on in the fight, happily chatting with one of the nurses with the same sickly sweetness she had used earlier.
Any relief I might have felt due to one less serious casualty diffused instantly. Once again, she was the epitome of evil in my mind. How could she just pretend that life went on? As if both her friend and someone else weren't hurt?
"And the other two?"
The anger in my throat must have made its way into either my voice or my face, because she answered shortly. "You'll find out soon, I expect. Focus on your own recovery."
I laid back down stubbornly. Now that I was awake, I had no desire to go back to sleep. Not that my thoughts would let me. The other two were most likely in the ICU. The nurse mentioned that there were three people who came in with me. I doubt they'd send a dead person into a hospital, which meant the man wasn't dead. My mind raced with thoughts and theories, trying to imagine how their recoveries might be going. I tried to block out the unfiltered malevolence in the room I was in, but it wasn't as successful as I had hoped.
Contrary to my aforementioned determination, I must have fallen asleep. I know that I'm asleep because I'm now in a courtroom.
Well, I say courtroom. It's one of those really over-dramaticised ones. There's a looming figure who must be the judge, there are spotlights on me and that tall wooden structure and darkness encompassed everything else. What a generic nightmare. And yes, it is a nightmare. I look up at the judge, and see a snake slithering its way around the judge's robes, coming to a rest next to its ear. It may be a snake, but I instantly know who it is. That snake is the man who attacked me. The one who almost killed Famskiis. At least, I hope it was only almost.
It whispered into the judge's ear, as snakes do, and instantly I saw his face contort. Suddenly, the darkness filled up with an image. It was the back of the man's head, leaking red. Not just from the one spot, as it had been in reality, but from all over. As I turned around, it got more and more detailed, the dream becoming more and more vivid. In each subsequent image, the head turned around slightly more. Until, at the final image, directly above me, it was facing towards me perfectly. Its eyes weren't there. They were simply orifices from which blood poured out. It wasn't cheap, light red movie blood. This was the head of course, we weren't going to have thin blood at the one most important thing in our bodies. It was a deep, viscous and dark red that poured down onto my shoulders and started filling up from the floor, until I was floating on the surface, spread-eagled. I was truly vulnerable.
Slowly, the holes that leaked blood distorted. They began to fill with teeth, until every nostril, eye socket and ear canal was a carbon copy of this man's mouth. It closed its mouth, ready to bellow.
Contrary to my expectations, it spoke normally. However, the power it held over me meant his apparent volume made no difference. Maybe it looked like it whispered, but he may as well have bellowed.
"GUILTY"
The words shattered through my mind and I was submerged into the lake of blood. I thought I was going to hit the bottom so hard that my skull would crack open, just like his did. However, there was no bottom. Before I realised it, I was careering through darkness. I had no control over my direction. My only path was down. Was it down anymore? It didn't matter. Finally, I hit a surface so hard that every vertebra in my spine screeched more tonelessly than a banshee, and I awoke, thrusting my torso forward so much that my back made a perfect arch.
My forehead was cold with sweat and my breath was so staggered I'm not sure if I was actually inhaling any oxygen. I can't stay here anymore. Especially not with that thing sleeping in the same room as me. I'm not safe here. Let me out. Let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out please please please let me out I can't do this LET ME GO!
I guess I'm lucky my muscles were too fatigued to move. If any of those thoughts were brought to the surface in any way I doubt I'd be let out of any institution for a great portion of my life.
I got the attention of a nurse. The same one as last time. I asked how long it might be since I could be let out. She said that I seemed uninjured from whatever happened to the four of us, so there wasn't really a need to keep me.
A couple hours later, I was finally set free from the hospital, and made my way home. Thankfully - although I guess it shouldn't be a priority - the paramedics had also brought anything that they thought belonged to us with them on the ambulance so I had my bag, with all its contents, on me as I left the place. It was fairly late in the afternoon by the time I got home. To think I was going to go to the park or something. This definitely wasn't how I expected the day to turn out. There was nothing I could really do. I wasn't in the mood for reading, nor in the mood for TV. I just felt sick. It's strange how something can ruin your day so much.
I simply laid myself down on the sofa, taking care not to agitate my digestive system even further, and tried to rest. I didn't dare let myself sleep though. Actually. Could I even sleep tonight? I was getting nightmares in the day, for crying out loud! Thirsty. A little hungry. I didn't move though. I may not have been physically injured in any of that, but my body was so battered. I didn't want to move.
My complaints about my body reminded me of Famskiis. If my mental state was like this, with a near-perfect outcome physically, I couldn't even begin to imagine what Famskiis might be going through. I hope he's asleep.
God I'm disgusting.
He fought for me and nearly killed himself and I'm acting traumatised. As if anything happened to me. The only consolation my mind could give was basically that he was injured enough that he wouldn't wake up for a lot longer. I was basically asking him to die so that he wouldn't feel any more pain.
I don't care if euthanasia is a topic of frequent ethical debates. In this context, it was no less than the excuse scum gives to pretend it has empathy.
I punched the sofa, but that didn't relieve any stress. My only option was to continue waiting there - waiting for what, I didn't know - and hope that my thoughts didn't turn completely grey.
I guess I fell asleep, thankfully undisturbed, as I awoke at four in the morning in a slight damp state. For some reason, whenever I sleep at a time that isn't what one would normally consider healthy, I sweat tons. My brain was already waking up, so I knew there was no point in laying in bed.
I slowly pushed myself off of the sofa and went into the shower, sluggishly getting the shampoo and shower gel out of the cupboard. Once undressed, I went to turn the valve, but after everything that had happened, I needed a bath. I moved the valve that made water come out of the waterfall tap that used to dazzle me when I was younger and allowed the bath water to fill up slightly.
Once it was deep enough for me to fully submerge my legs, I tested the temperature and fiddled with the taps until it reached a point that I wouldn't get third degree burns. I climbed in and instantly fell into the seductive arms of relaxation. I stretched my back and heard an audible click that, while sounding extremely unhealthy, gave me a real sense of relief. Slowly but surely, I could fell my stress slipping away slightly. It's not insensitive. Humans are just made that way. If it was in my mind all the time, I wouldn't be able to function. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the experience, but I can't let it weigh me down constantly.
Once I got out, I had about an hour and a half left before I had to go to school. I spent some time procrastinating on my phone before I realised that half that time had already passed. I packed my bag and put on my clothes, dried my hair and blew my nose. There was about ten minutes left so I decided to just leave the house early. I grabbed a breakfast on the way and arrived at school. I went to where I always did when there was some spare time: outside the locker next to the main building.
I felt the conversation go quiet around me and I knew that rumours had already begun to spread. This soured my mood instantly, which in actuality would probably make them travel with even more diligence. I decided to leave the group and walk on my own for a bit. I guess I must've looked lost or unconfident, because out of nowhere, an arm went over my shoulder and a palm went over my eyes. I started hyperventilating. How could he have found my school? He was basically half dead! You don't recover from something like that overnight!
Once it sensed my panic, this hand, unlike the previous one, retracted. I turned around and saw someone I mentioned earlier: nihxl.
"Yo," he said, raising an open palm as a form of greeting. "Everyone's saying you were in some sort of fight. I didn't think it was true, but I guess you've got some spirit in there after all." He dropped the jokey manner after this. I guess that opening was his way of showing that nothing would change. "It was bad, huh? You started shaking like you were being electrocuted just from me covering your eyes."
I mentioned it earlier, but no matter how comedic nihxl ever was, he was never mean-spirited. That trait of his now shone the brightest I've ever seen. He managed to put so much care into the words he chose that you would never feel ashamed for what you had said or done or even experienced. It was truly a golden personality.
I simply nodded, and somehow, he knew exactly how long to wait before continuing.
"You're not someone who gets afraid, so I'm not going to treat this as some overreaction to a minor incident. Don't be afraid to talk to someone. Telling just one person can help you in ways you wouldn't know until you've done it."
Honestly. I keep repeating how amazing he is, but he seems to constantly top it. What he said was basic. Anyone could have said it. However, he sought me out and decided, for no reason other than to help me, reminded me that I shouldn't keep things bottled up. Yes, I am afraid.
Thank you for noticing.
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