traitor | Ziggy x Nick

6: what a time

I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark
And we stayed up for hours
What a time, what a time, what a time
-
Julia Michaels, Niall Horan
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"I don't want to see you here for the rest of the summer Ziggy!"

"If you really knew me you'd expect worse Nurse Beddy!" I shout back

"I'm not kidding!"

I shrug and roll my eyes in response before turning around and waving to my only friend in the world. As I keep walking out into the parking lot, I turn and sit on the curb. I open a bottle of water the hospital gave me before leaving and chug half of it in one go.

I had two options: stay out until late and sneak into my room when mom was knocked out, or go home and risk getting caught by my mom.

"What to do, what to do," I hum to myself.

I start tapping my shoes on the ground, trying to kill time as I watched cars passing by. It was around 9am when I was discharged and only 10 minutes had passed since. How I was going to pass over twelve hours when I had no where to go and no money to go to an arcade to play Space Invaders?

It was a new game I'd heard of at camp. Overheard all the kids talking about it when I was busy finding paint in the arts and craft cabin. I later used the paint to graffiti the outhouse stalls, although I kept denying it to Kurt and all the Sunnyvale campers. I remembered Kurt's face when he realised someone had painted all over them, god he went red. I laugh slightly at the memory.

Camp Nightwing, ended lovely didn't it. So many families were effected, Shadysiders hating their own because what else are we known for besides being the goddamn killer capital of the states. I kick at the road now, bash my heel into the concrete. How much longer before Nick might end up sending the dead killers back to me because I know the truth. Just like he sent them after Cindy and Alice. They knew too much. I know too much. I lie back, the heat of the summer nearly burning my skin, but at the same time I welcomed the pain. Why was I still mulling over my feelings toward Nick when he's the problem? Dragging my arm over my eyes, shielding them from the glare, I sink deep into thought. What happens now? I ask myself. But I'm interrupted by a car horn.

I try block out the noise, pretend it wasn't there, it was a quiet, peaceful day. It was sunny but not burning and I was in a field, I could hear the birds chirping, I wasn't in Shadyside and everything was great.

Honk!

Except it was scorching summer, I was laid outside a hospital on a curb after nearly dying twice, the only noise was an obnoxious horn, I was the witch of Shadyside and everything was absolutely shit.

"Ziggy! Get up!" I hear a voice call.

I sit up. Mom?

"What do you want!" I ask

"I'm taking you home."

My face slacks. I did not want to be home with my mom the day after she found me half dead. I shake my head.

"Ziggy we're not having this argument. Get in. I'm taking you home."

"I'm not going mom. I have my own life. Plus you're probably still hungover and definitely not supposed to be driving."

She stares at me again, telling me to get in. I refuse, over and over. Eventually I just get sick of the back and forth and start walking away from her. She keeps calling my name but I break into a jog away from her. I wasn't even going to try deal with home life at the moment.

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At this point I wasn't exactly sure where I was. I think I was still in Sunnyvale although I wanted to leave. I caught people looking at me and saw their pity. But they also thought I went insane. They'd probably heard me blaming Sarah Fier, "fucking Shadysiders" they'd say to us whenever another killer emerged.