The New Kid[COMPLETED]

Chapter 13: Hanging On By A Thread

Hi everyone. This is the thirteenth chapter of the fanfic. Hope you guys enjoy it.
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⚠️Self harm warning!!!!⚠️

I tackled Kiyo, Shuichi, and Kaede to the ground as one of the gunmen shot up at us. We landed away as gunshots began to ring out. "T-thanks. Thank you." Kaede said, breathless, as she turned to me. Shuichi nodded too. "Are any of you hurt? Anyone?" Shuichi and Kaede both shook their heads. Then I heard it. "K-Kukuku." I turned to Kiyo, and saw that he had been shot twice. Once in the leg and once in the shoulder. I immediately moved over to him. "Kiyo? Kiyo? Hey. Hey!" I smacked him slightly. "Stay with me." I said frantically.

"I-I'm alright." He said. "Like hell you are. Don't you dare die on me. You move, you bleed out more." I said. His head slumped forward, and he groaned. "No! Don't you dare die on me, you son of a bitch!" I yelled. I turned to both Shuichi and Kaede. "Stay with him." I said. "What are you going to do?" Shuichi asked. I slipped the kwan dao from underneath my shirt and clutched it in my hand. "I'm going to help."

As I walked over, I could hear voices I knew, and then saw Kyosuke, wearing a deep white suit, was holding a katana, while another man was holding his fists up in a boxing stance. "You're not going to do anything to these students."

"What makes you say that? Just the two of you?" The leader laughed. "Theres no way you could go up against the twenty of us." Tenko stepped out from behind a column, her turquoise dress gleaming. She put herself into a martial artist stance. "Make that three." "Four," Maki said, holding a dagger out. "Still. There's no way you could beat us." The leader said. "Make that five!" I roared, vaulting over the balcony as the kwan dao unfolded. I landed hard, cracking the tile beneath me, and immediately went into an attack stance.

We ran at them, weapons at the ready. I twisted, slicing one from shoulder to waist, then took down another by cutting at his legs. My plan was to injure, but not kill. I spun over and over, swinging the kwan dao out in a deadly whirlwind, and as soon as the battle was started, it was over. All of the gunmen were down. I immediately headed back up the the balcony as police and ambulances arrived at the scene. "Shuichi! Kaede! Kiyo!" I yelled. "Here!" Shuichi called out. I ran over, folding the kwan dao back and hooking it on my waist.

EMT's rushed up the stairs, one of them being my mom. She immediately hugged me as they loaded Kiyo onto the stretcher. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked. I shook my head frantically. "It's going to be okay." She said softly. "I-I need to go with him." I said. She nodded, and then extended a hand to Kaede and Shuichi. "Let's get you two up as well." She said. As we passed Kiyo, I heard one of the EMT's say something about "critical condition". I felt like sobbing.

She dropped Shuichi and Kaede off at Shuichi's place, and then we headed home. "Honey, I need you to get some sleep, okay? I'll make sure you can see him tomorrow." She said. "Okay." My voice was hoarse. I didn't feel anything. No emotion, no pain, nothing. As I walked to the house, I waved goodbye before heading in. I cleaned the kwan dao before returning it to its case, and then headed up to get myself cleaned. As I walked to my bathroom with my pajamas, I looked at myself in the mirror.

There I was, disheveled and unblinking. Staring as if I had no soul. Suddenly everything that had happened came back to me in one giant memory, and I slammed my hand into the mirror, then broke down sobbing. I sat there for at least fifteen minutes crying before going down and retrieving the item that I hadn't seen or used in years. A small silver razor blade.

⚠️⚠️SELF HARM!!! SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN⚠️⚠️

I reached up and pulled my left sleeve up to my elbow. What am I doing? I thought. You're worthless. A voice said. I dragged the razor across my wrist, creating a cut in which blood pooled, then spilled out. They don't love you. Another cut. They never will. Another. Yasari's death was your fault. Another cut. If Kiyo dies, you're to blame. Another. He doesn't love you. He never has. The last cut. I tossed the razor in the sink and began to sob again. After a good long while, I wrapped my bleeding arm in bandages, and showered and got ready for bed.

I spent most of the night crying. The times that weren't were plagued by dreams of everyone I loved dying. I woke up the next morning feeling groggy, and I quickly changed into a long sleeved shirt and some jeans. I grabbed the kwan dao again and attached it to my jeans. I stopped by the store to grab some flowers, and then we drove off to the hospital. "Which room is it?" I asked my mom. "713." She replied. When we got to 713, two other people were waiting there. Ms. Yukizome and Kyosuke. "Ms.Yukizome? Mr.Munakata?" I said, surprised. They both turned to me.

"Horiuchi? Oh thank the lord you're okay." She said, pulling me into a hug. Once I pulled away, Kyosuke shook my hand. "You saved a lot of lives yesterday." He said. I then introduced them to my mother, and Ms. Yukizome and Kyosuke informed her of last night's events. She nodded grimly. While they were talking, I looked around them through the small window on the door to see Kiyo leaning against his pillow and talking to a nurse. Instead of his mask on he had a small black cloth. I almost bursted out crying. The nurse who Kiyo was talking to came out and addressed us. She could only let us one at a time, and she let me in first.

"Kiyo." I said, my voice hoarse. He looked up at me, and stood up, grunting as he moved his shoulder. He limped towards me, and I almost tackled him in a hug. I began to sob into his chest, wrapping my arms around him as tight as possible. "I'm s-s-so sorry!" I almost yelled as he wrapped his arms around me. I began to sob more and more, before finally looking up at him. "Kiyo, I d-didn't want you to get h-hurt. I'm sorry." I said. He brushed my hair down and looked at me. "It's okay." He replied. "Okay? How is it okay? You got shot because of me. I didn't warn everyone in time and you got shot." I said.

He pulled me over into the chair next to his hospital bed, and we talked for an hour before I had to leave. My mom talked to me, and said that the hospital should move Kiyo to our place, as the hospital, while able to take care of him, may not be able to help him with his 'emotional needs'. We moved him into an empty room by mine, and I was happy with this, as I got to see him more, although that didn't stop the nightmares coming that night.
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So that was the end of chapter 13. Sorry for the self harm.
Word count: 1270 words.