traitor | Ziggy x Nick

4: traitor

God, I wish that you had thought this through
Before I went and fell in love with you
When she's sleeping in the bed we made
Don't you dare forget about the way
You betrayed me
'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry
For the way I hurt, yeah
-
Olivia Rodrigo

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"By tomorrow you should be fine to go home."

I blink. It still didn't feel real, but at the same time I didn't know how I should feel. My heart was pounding and my head started going at a hundred miles an hour.

"Ziggy? Did you hear that? You can go home soon," nurse Beddy tells me softly.

I stare at him blankly, "home?"

I didn't have a home. I had a house where a drunk was my only company. A drunk who, never came to her own daughter's funeral. Who only ever visited me once, yet she had the audacity to stumble into my room saying she was sorry. Sorry that Cindy died. I called bullshit and she nearly scratched my eyes out. And she gladly would've in her state had nurse Beddy not shown up and dragged her out, still screaming at me. She never came back after that. And my father? He's still the same asshole he was since he left.

Walking back to my room, I keep contemplating what I would do when I got out. Go to school? Be known as the craziest bitch in Shadyside who told stories of Sarah Fier possessing all the Shadyside killers? Be pitied on for being the only survivor of the Nightwing massacre? I open the door to my room and look at the bare, small room. I didn't have to worry about costs since someone had told me the hospital was giving me complimentary care due to the situation. But I knew that the one person I hated was probably behind it.

Looking at the two pairs of clothes I'd had and at the bland drab I was in, I quickly slipped out of it into a green sweatshirt and jeans. The attacks had left scars all over my body and I refused to see them, refused to let anyone else see them.

After changing I plopped onto the bed that I'd slept on for the past month, staring at the wall in front of me. God I hated it here. I then swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up, tearing a piece of paper off the clipboard in my room and scribble 'do not disturb' on it. Opening my door, I stick it onto it before shutting it closed. I then return to my bed, turning onto my side, closing my eyes. I didn't care if I missed dinner because I was far too tired of everything to do anything else.

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Knock. Knock.

I groan and fold the pillow over my other ear.

Knock. Knock.

I flip over in my bed again.

Knock. Knock.

"Go away nurse Beddy! I'm not hungry!"

Knock. Knock.

"Read the goddamn piece of paper!" I shout.

Knock. Knock. "Ziggy."

I open my eyes and my brow furrows. Turning over slowly I look at the gap below the door and see the slightest shadow.

"Ziggy?"

I sit up in the bed and slowly place my bare foot on the cool tile. One more. Two steps. Until I reach the door.

"Hey Ziggy? It's me...Nick."

My hand hovers over the door knob, shaking. He lied. I hadn't seen him since the funeral and I didn't plan to. He knew the curse was real, he said I didn't understand and couldn't tell the truth. I remove my hand from the knob and take a step back. I couldn't. I can't. I take another step back.