Save Me/ K. Takami (On Hiatus)

I'll Do Better

Sorry, I haven't updated in a while, I barely finished my finals and I'm starting my new classes for the semester. I needed a break from writing for a bit but I'm finally done with the next chapter!  I went a little crazy with this one so I wrote a lot more than I usually do. The next few chapters will be more filler chapters before things get serious again. I'm also working on a Dabi x reader fanfic too~ So you can expect that in the future. Now enjoy~

I don't know where I am. It's dark and cold, but I can see him. He stood at the end of the dark, a smile on his face and bright red wings glowing behind him. I walk to him, my steps echoing in this dark and empty void. I wasn't scared because I knew he would be there and that was all I needed. As I get closer I can feel his warmth on my cold skin. My own smile starts to make its way on my face as I reach a handout.

But something held me back. Just before his hand could grab mine, something hold me in place. I look with wide eyes behind me.

What is this?

Why is she here?

Why won't she let me go?

I look to see my 9-year-old self. She's covered in her dead parents' blood, her eyes teary and broken. Her hand is clasped on my shirt, not allowing me to leave. She has a red teddy in her other arm, the one I had already forgotten about. I look back at Keigo, his hand is still reaching for mine.

"Just leave her," he said. I turn back to her, prying her hand off of me. She tried to reach for me again but I pushed her back. A cry left her when she fell on the floor. I glared at her as I turned back around, but Hawks was no longer there.

"Why are you forgetting about me?"

I see that she's angry and hurt. But I don't understand what she wants from me.

I've already moved on. I've healed. I've left that part of me behind.

I mean that's what moving on is right? To leave behind the bad and ugly parts in the dark part of your past. To forget about them and hope they just disappear one day. That's all it is, isn't it?

So why is she here?
Whys won't she leave me alone?

I watch as her tears fall and as they dropped to the floor, everything changed. It wasn't dark or cold anymore. I was back in my old room. It looked exactly how I left it, messy with color on the walls. I was sat on my bed, my younger self standing in front of me.

"Stop running away from me," she said darkly, her hand clenched around the stuffed bear's neck. I stared at her with half-lidded eyes, wondering what the hell that means.
"What do you want then?" I asked, standing up as I towered over her.

This was the part of me I hated the most. It was the part of me that was the most broken, but somehow the most hopeful.

"Don't leave me here." she whimpered. My room suddenly faded to black, no longer a kid's bedroom. The walls were splattered in blood with chains hanging from them. The floor was black marble and a bright chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. In the middle of the room was a single wooden chair that had my younger self chained bound to it. She cried as she looked at me desperately to free her. I avert my gaze to the back wall, it was cramped with old file cabinets. I walk to the, ignoring any more pleas the little girl cried. I run my hand over one of the drawers, it was dusty and rusted. I had to use some force to pull it open, and once it did, thousands of files flew out of it. I fell backward to the floor, my hands covering my face from the shooting papers. After a few moments, all the papers laid on the floor. I sigh as I stand back up, staring at the floor that was covered in different color files. Some were black while others were a bright red. I picked some up and opened one.