𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

VII | II

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CHAPTER — II
part seven

YOU WOKE up with a groan.

Your head felt like it might explode as you blinked slowly, your vision focusing on your wooden ceiling. Your entire body felt heavy and sore as you sat up, stretching your limbs. Not without struggling, you dragged your body to the bathroom.

You looked like a mess.

Your eyes were bloodshot and you had noticeable eyebags despite having just woken up, and they were also slightly puffy, like you'd been crying for a long, long time. Most importantly, there a patch on the side of your neck, the part of your body that hurt the most, you realized.

You were absolutely confused. You didn't dare to peel off the big bandaid, out of fear of what you might see and out of fear of the possible pain you'd feel if you removed it. You decided to let it there.

You didn't remember getting hurt at all—well, maybe only your knees—and you immediately moved your sight to your legs, to notice that both of your knees were indeed still injured, with bandages on both of them.

This gave you some relief, because, maybe your memory wasn't completely unreliable.

You had very little recollection about the night before, which scared you considering the mess facing you in the mirror. You did echo back to going back to the church, to having fun with Maki and Yuuji and to hurting your knees, after that, it was a complete blackout. It was like a black fog was constantly looming over memories, rendering you impossible to recall anything.

You suddenly noticed how uncharacteristically silent your house was. It was probably still early in the morning, but usually, by now, your father would've already taken over the bathroom you were currently standing in, and would be trying out different ties in the mirror while brushing his teeth, with you and your mother urging him to finally come out.

Your breath hitched. You hurried out of the bathroom and headed for the living room, to find it empty, you then hastened your step to the kitchen and heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of your mother. She looked like she had been waiting for you as she crossed her arms and smiled.

"Good morning."

"M-mother," you tried, sounding a bit desperate, you throat suddenly getting dry. You didn't know what to say. It was the first time you had been let outside late alone and you came back like this. What if your parents never let you leave the house again ? You knew how worried and possessive your father was of you.

"Calm down darling," she laughed lightly, giddily, she then filled a glass of water and handed it out to you, "Drink, slowly." She moved back in the kitchen, grabbing two plates, one of which was filled with bacon with a smudge of scrambled eggs on the side, while the other had a lot less beacon with a lot more eggs.

You drank, hesitantly, anxious as you followed her, taking a seat next to her. She slid the biggest plate to you.

A happy and delicate grin was gracing her lips and you wondered what could've made her so happy. "Have you got any questions, darling ?" She promptly inquired and you nodded your head quickly.

"H-how did I ? I don't remember any-anything-" you couldn't seem to form one sentence right, your thoughts and questions jumbling in your head.

"You don't remember mmh ?" She paused, "You fainted, darling. You've always been of weak constitution, I guess you were simply tired, emotions do take a toll on you. Lost some blood too, because of your knees."

Oh. Everything made sense now, as always, you were being dramatic... what was happening to you ? You usually weren't this sensitive... it all started when you moved her. "I see, thank you, mother." Weirdly enough, the pain in your neck was barely noticeable next to your mother, so insignificant that you forgot to ask her about that.

"It's okay, you just have to eat a lot of meat, you lost a lot of blood." She comfortingly rubbed your shoulders, "I'll take care of you, your mother used to be a nurse, after all."

A lot of blood ? This would make sense considering how you looked but over a knee scratch ? You doubted one could loose so much because of that, however you decided not to question your mother. She used to be a nurse, after all.

You heard someone entering the kitchen and looked up. It was your father, he looked... out of it. His eyes were unfocused, it was like he was still half-asleep. You were expecting a few remarks about last night... however he said nothing, only sat down in front of your mother without even a greeting.

"F-father, are you alright ? You're not usually like this-"

"Indeed, he isn't." Your mother cut you off and replied for him as he dug in his eggs and bacon, "He was very worried, seeing you like this after such a long time, it shocked him. I had to give him melatonin or he wouldn't stop pacing around."

Your father suddenly stopped moving, "I was ?" he asked, his eyebrows drawing up in confusion. Your mother moved to peck his cheek and your father learned into her kiss, "Yes you were, darling."

"O-Okay, I was." He accepted easily.

You started eating as well, to drown your mild guilt. You felt bad for making your father worry for you like this. Your father was a strong man, he did not usually get so... shaken up like this. You hated your body for being so weak.

You briefly thought about your camp, about Yuuji and Maki who we're probably waiting for you... "I probably should stay at home today, right ? To rest."

"I told Father Fushiguro you wouldn't be there today." You shivered at the mention of his name. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be very wise to go, you stay here and rest."

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You stayed and rested, your mind still felt a bit cloudy as you woke up probably from your third nap of the day. As you opened your eyes, you saw a plate of jerked meat at your bedside. You guessed your mother probably put it there.

You stood up and walked towards your desk and sat down. You picked up a pencil and your notebook and started writing.

Black hair and eyes as red as blood. A body as hard as steel. And a voice as deep as it is low.

That was all you could remember from yesterday, and you were not sure whether those were memories, or simply fragrant of your imagination... it wouldn't be the first that you dreamed of a certain father with dark hair and mysterious eyes...

Your face heat up. You decided that today was definitely not a good day to write anything.

As you were about to stand back up to, you heard a stone knocking at your window, confused, you turned around.

Your eyes met with the last person you thought you'd ever see in front of your house, of your room.

Nobara. She seemed worried as she looked left and right then finally settled her attention on you. You couldn't hear what she wanted to tell you but you could tell it was urgent. With quick steps, you got to your window and proceeded to open it, offering Nobara a hand as she climbed inside.

"You have to leave." She said.

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