You'll Never Walk Alone

10

"Sensei, I'm worried about y/n. She hasn't left her room since that day." Yuji looked over at Gojo who both stood behind your bedroom door.

It's been 2 days since you woke up from the woman's technique. You had not been yourself; you refused to get out of your room, eat, or even sleep. The longest you slept was 2 hour, and the shortest was 30 minutes. No one understood what was going on with you, but you knew and you wished you could forget.

Your head kept remembering your parents' death and their haunting figures whispering words of pure malice. They were telling you to kill yourself because you didn't deserve to live, expressing how much birthing you costed their life at the end, and so forth. It damaged your mental and emotional state. You felt extremely miserable and hurt. You blame yourself for so many years, and hearing the ghost of their spirits saying it to you also added more scars. The sorrow you blocked for so many years ached your heart and soul after the woman's technique revealed your deepest memories you locked away. You just wanted to forget it and get over it, but you knew how hard it is. After all, you blame everything on yourself and it's so hard to undo it. If it was easy in the first place, it wouldn't be sticking on your back till this day.

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you laid your head on your kneecaps as you stared at the wall on your bed. Your chest has never felt so empty when your emotions were in the way. You liked it better when you didn't feel anything because it made you feel okay, and you didn't have your mind spiraling around, telling you that things happened because you were born. You could live peacefully for a moment without a care in the world.

Knock knock knock

"y/n, it's me Satoru. Can you please come out? I'm worried about you."

You knew Gojo and Yuji were worried about your well-being, but you were burnt out from your psychological trauma that you didn't want to do or say anything.

"y/n, do I have to call Gin?"

You weren't sure if Gojo was serious about it or only used her name to scare you, but you didn't want to get her involved. Your grandma had dealt with your bullshit for so many years. You bet she's tired of it—tired of telling you that their death wasn't because of you and your parents would sacrifice themselves to save you no matter what. In the end, you prefer to handle this on your own since it's your own trauma.

"Shut up and leave me alone!" You yelled in frustration so Gojo knew to back off. "You can't always expect me to fix myself when you bring up her name! She's not always the solution to my own problem! Just go away!"

This will go away. It's only natural for me to be really emotional because the aftermath of the lady's technique and my parents' death anniversary is today. I can't calm my mind or soul. It itches me from head to toe. It's a constant reminder... Then you thought about the spider lily you got a while ago. I need to get rid of that.

You honestly didn't know why you even bought that flower. You only took care of it for one day and stopped. It was your emotions which led you to buy it. The day you bought it, you were feeling remorseful and sentimental, but now you felt angry, melancholy, and disgusted. You have mixed emotions when their death day is far compared to when it's the day of.

Grooooowwwllll!

Your stomach growled loudly as you were a tad or maybe extremely hungry. You didn't eat for two days, only here and there but they were small portions because your sadness filled the rest of your stomach. "I'll eat later... I'm still tired." You grumbled, falling flat on your bed and pulling your body into a fetus position to sleep.

30 minutes later,

You woke up to the smell of cooked beef filling your nostril as you felt your stomach twist in turn in starvation.