Perfect Life

Chapter 13: Fiducia

Warning! Contains: Blood, crying, tears, cut off wrist, murder, a lot of violence, really weird shit, swearing, oogie-trigger, kissing, Pecks, love, hate, etc etc tell me what I missed (:

(A/N: I think I want to add some more drama. Maybe not this chapter, though. You guys tell me when to add it, I want to add in Ozai and shit. I trust y'all).
(Thursday, June 17, 6:00 pm xx)

AZULA'S POV:

I took in a deep breath and shoved the damn knife in the sink. Fucking Jet. Getting me to self-harm. This asshole. Raping me and threatening to kill me if I didn't cause a life-or-death bus crash. Asshole.

I threw the damn cast on my hand and grabbed my phone, storming out of the hospital room. I shut the door behind me and managed it to the front of the hospital. I pulled out my phone and dialled Zuko's number.

"What?" I sucked in a breath and stuffed my cut off hand in my pocket, pulling my phone up to my ear. "Can you come pick me up from the hospital?" I bit the inside of my cheek as I waited for his reply. Then it came. "You aren't supposed to leave for another week, Azula."

I shut my eyes as the wind hit my face. "I don't care. Aang got to leave and he was shot four times. All that happened to me was that my hand was cut off. I think I can leave." I heard him sigh on the other end of the phone. "I'm not picking you up. Go back inside the hospital right now."

I rolled my eyes and ended the call. This kid. I pulled up my uber app and dialled the guy who usually picks me up. No fucking answer- are you fucking with me? Just chill and call a random person. Vittoria. She looks nice. Bitch you hate nice.

I got into the front seat of the car with my left hand still in my pocket. "Hey, I'm Vittoria! Where are we off to today?" I looked out the window. Please don't ask about my hand. "Elemental Arts University, please." That was a stretch. I never say please. What the fuck.

"Oh, my cousins go there! Suki and Sushi, do you know them?" I shoved my hand deeper into my pocket as the car started. "Yeah. They're... uh, yeah. I know them." Stop stuttering you fucking ass. She smiled as she took a left. "That's great! They're super nice. I haven't seen them in a while. And don't tell them I'm here, they don't know! I just came back from Italy and want to surprise them!"

I nodded as I looked out the window. We were at a stoplight. There was a bird on the roof of a coffee shop. Man, he was cute. All black with red on the underside of his wings. And golden eyes, just like mine. Adorable. I want a bird.

I've always wanted a red-winged blackbird. Always. I remember my 6-year-old self always begging my mother. She was an amazing person. But she always loved Zuko more than me. And now she's married and has a kid that she loves more than me, too.

We started moving again. I let out a small tear. Don't cry. Don't cry. It doesn't matter if your arm is bleeding. It doesn't matter if your arm was cut off. It doesn't matter. Don't cry and no matter what don't remove your arm from your pocket.

I removed my arm. Vittoria - who had an Italian accent, by the way - turned to me with wide eyes for a split second before glueing her eyes to the road again. "Were you in that fight with them?" I nodded as I moved my head back, lying on the chair. "Yeah."

"How're you holding up?" I shut my eyes and tried to stop the other tear from coming out. "As good as I can be, I guess." My voice was hoarse. Shit, I sounded like Zuko. Oh my God. "Hey, that's good. Is that guy ok? The one that was shot?" I shrugged. "I don't know."

She nodded. I shut my eyes again and let myself relax. Just calm down. Everything's gonna be ok. You know that, Azula. You know that. Just calm down. Don't cry. Don't. Cry.