Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader

Chapter 22

Air Catcher by twenty one pilots

Dabi's POV

I looked down at the ground and I put my hands on my pockets. I couldn't cry. My tear ducts were burnt, but that didn't stop the blood from leaking out of my scars. I wiped the blood away and my shoulders started shaking.

Zion was screaming at the nurse to bring Y/N back. The nurse was trying to reassure us that the doctor and nurses are currently trying to bring her back. Keigo made the brunette sit down on the chairs and the nurse walked back into the room.

I wanted to stay just in case Y/N came back, but I couldn't. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home and get high. I wanted to forget about tonight and pretend that none of this is happening. I pulled out my phone and sent Shigaraki a text, telling him to come and pick me up. I turned around and started walking down the hall to leave.

"Where are you going, Dabi?" Keigo called out.

"Home," I said coldly.

"Don't you wanna stay to see if Y/N will be okay?" He asked.

"Hawks, if he cared then he would stay," Zion said. "But he doesn't. He never cared for a single soul except himself."

"I know you're hurt right now, but you know that's not true," Keigo said to Zion.

"It is true! He's walking away because he knows Y/N is like this because of him," Zion snapped. "If she never met him, she wouldn't have ended up here!"

None of it was true, and I knew that. I knew I wasn't the reason why Y/N ended up in the hospital. Zion can believe whatever she wants. I continued to walk out of the hospital and waited outside for Shigaraki.

The blue-haired man pulled up to the hospital and I hopped in the passenger seat. Shigaraki asked me why I was here, but I didn't want to talk about it. I'm glad that he was able to get away from the cops. I hope the others are safe as well.

The drive was quiet. The music would usually be blasting, but I couldn't handle any noise right now. All I wanted to do was go up to my room, get high, and go to sleep. We made it back to the house and I went straight to my room.

I went to my drawer and pulled out my weed jar. I sat on my bed and grabbed the grinder from the nightstand. My bong sat on the floor next to me. I was having a hard time concentrating and putting everything in place. Weed was spilling on the floor, my hands were shaking, and my mind wasn't there.

I held up the bong to my lips and lit a small blue flame from my thumb to the bowl. I breathed in and the smoke started creeping up. The smoke entered my lungs and I finished the bowl. I held in the smoke then breathed out after a couple of seconds. I put my bong down and sat there.

Maybe it is my fault that Y/N ended up in the hospital. If I didn't offer her to smoke weed then she wouldn't have spiraled to more stuff. All I've ever done was weed and alcohol, none of the heavy stuff.

I got up and started pacing my room. My thoughts were starting to run wild. The memories I have of Y/N. The way her body feels against mine. The way she became vulnerable with me and opened up to me about her emotions. The first time she came over and met my friends.

I've only known her for a month. Why am I already having the hardest time with this?

I ripped the sheets off the bed and onto the floor. I grabbed one of the pillows and I threw it across the room. I knocked everything off of the nightstand and a loud crash rang through the room. The room was spinning and my breathing picked up.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted it all to stop. I wish I never met her. I wouldn't be in this emotional spot right now.

I saw Y/N's black hoodie that she left when she got high and spent the night at my house. I grabbed it and lied on my bed. Her scent filled my nose and I held the hoodie close to me. My heart was pounding and I wanted everything to stop.