tiring - pico x gf x keith (Discontinued)

Chapter 21

mmmmm tired..my body's sore due to moving stuff around to the new house

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Pico's POV

I slowly opened my eyes. I was on my bed. What the fuck happened yesterday..? I took a deep breath, and slowly got up. My head hurt. My legs shook like crazy. I slowly went over to the door, and opened it. I slowly walked out. God, it hurt..i held onto the railing as i went down the stairs. I eventually made it without falling. But as soon as I took a few steps from getting down the stairs, i fell over.

Ugh..everything hurt. My vision, spinning. I heard someone call my name.

"Pico?" It asked. I looked ahead of me. No one was there, except a strange, little device. Like a triangle. I gently took it, and held it in my hand.

"Pico!" The voice exclaimed. I tried to get up. But i couldn't, i would just fall back down. I saw as Keith came into view. I gently put the small little device on the side of my head, by my ear. It somehow held on. Keith held his hand out, and i gently took it. He helped me get up.

"Pico, are you okay?" He asked. I shrugged. I was confused.

"I don't know.." i responded, tired. I heard as Cherry ran over, and rushed me to the couch. My breathing got heavier. I didn't understand what was going on. She gently pat my face, felt my forehead, to make sure if i had a fever. My knees started to hurt. Don't know why.

everything was starting to hurt..

Keith came over, and sat by me. I turned around, facing him, sitting cross-cross. He looked up at me, gently smiling. "How do you feel?" He asked.

Keith's POV

He didn't reply. He shakily, slowly, reached his hand out to mine, and took it. The same for his other hand. He held it like that, looking down at my hand. I was confused, but let him do his thing. After a minute, he slowly moved my hand up to his cheek. I gently extended mine out, so it wouldn't be in a fist. He then pressed my hand against his cheek. I gently rubbed my thumb in said cheek.

He closed his eyes, and smiled. I saw as he started to cry. He leaned into my hand. "Pico..are you okay?" Cherry asked. He didn't respond. "Pico.." I added. He still didn't respond. I gently took my hand away from his cheek, and snatched a pillow by the couch, and put it on the armrest. I layed back, and brought him on me. He wrapped his arms around my torso, resting his head on my chest. Cherry came over, covering us up with a blanket. "Thank you, Cherry." I thanked her. She nodded.

Pico cried, and cried. I didn't understand. i heard beeping..i looked at a small device on the side of his head. "He really found one?" I questioned. I gently brushed my finger against it. It was real. He held onto me tighter, i listened as it all got worse. I gently held him, trying my best. Cherry came over, and joined us. Eventually he finally passed out. Cherry and i kept him close, just hoping he'd be okay when he wakes up.

Pico's POV

I woke up. I wasn't on the couch. I was somewhere different. Somewhere i didn't want to be- a forest. I slowly walked on the path, looking at my surroundings. Nothing much was to be seen. Just a bunch of trees, And eventually, a small lake. I reached inside the water, and felt something grab onto my hand. It felt.. familiar, so i tried to pull it out. It was weirdly light. It turned out to be Keith. Fura would be just a bit lighter. He looked up at me. I looked back down at him. He took my hand, and lead me through the forest. Eventually, we found Cherry. She followed along with us. Until i was thrown into a sun ring.

I stood up, looking around. A large crowd. Cheering. Two large Raptors hopped into the ring, black and white feathers, with familiar goggles. The bigger one was my dad, the other was..Steve..? They seemed hostile. The fuck does this represent? Is my own family going to turn on me? Is something bad going to happen? They started to circle around me. Eventually, Steve started to approach me. I gently held my hand out, making sure it didn't shake.

He seemed confused by the gesture. I simply held my hand out. He shoved his head against me, and i laughed, hugging him. Dad came over and joined in, before eventually getting dragged to a cage. Maybe somethings happening with them...?

Until i heard footsteps. I turned around, to see my sister walk into the ring, smoking a cigarette. She dropped it, and shoved it aside with her foot, as she pulled out a pistol. She glared at me, before raising her gun. She pointed it straight at me. "You're only doubting yourself." She spoke.

I didn't understand?

"You think you aren't good for them, don't you?" She questioned, lowering her gun, and starting to walk over. I watched as her claws came out.

"You think you can't live?" She questioned, backing me up to the wall. She grabbed me by the neck, and slammed me into the wall, holding me there. "YOU THINK YOU'RE WEAK?" She started.

"YOU'RE PICO, FOR FUCKS SAKE. MY BROTHER. THE PICO THAT SURVIVED A SHOOTING AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE. YOU ARENT WEAK. IF YOU WERE, YOU WOULD HAVE BLED OUT TO DEATH." She shouted.

"YOU'VE MADE IT THIS FUCKING FAR, PICO. USE YOUR HEAD FOR ONCE. THEY CARE ABOUT YOU. SO, SO GOD DAMN MUCH. PLEASE, JUST WAKE UP, AND TRY." She finished, throwing me. I drifted, landing. I started tearing up. She pulled out a bow and arrow, and aimed. Hardpoint.

"I can't." I replied.

"Yes you can. You're in an army for a family. Our dads have been training us for so long, to be physically, and mentally strong. You've faced so much. I know you're strong. You're my brother for fucks sake. Just try. Just try to wake up, just try to atleast give them a smile, and tell them you're okay." She spoke. I sighed, and nodded. "I'll try." I replied.

"Good."

I felt pain in my shoulder. An arrow. I ripped it out, and all of a sudden, i woke up.

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ugh I'm tired