Into a diffrent Past (ShinWakaTake)

Chapter 5

They call me crybaby...

Crybaby....

But I don't fucking care...

Crybaby....

Crybaby...

PoV. Takemichi

I felt warm...

Am I finally in heaven? Will the first thing I see be an angle?

I slowly open my tired eyes and adjusted myself to the grell light.

I'm not in heaven I'm in cardiac arrest.

An oxygen Mask on my mouth, a Puls recorder and many strings in my body.

I know this feeling just to well. It was as if I returned from the past and was welcomed in Naotos office..

But I'm in the 'present' and in the hospital.

"The patient awoke. Call the visitors in." A fade voice said and then vanished.

I prepared myself with a loud bang of the door and someone named Shinchiro or Wakasa running in asking how I was, being the freaks they are..

They even followed me up until my suicide attempt. That leaves me wondering, if I pull out one of these strings, Will I die?

The door slowly opened and inside came an all black dressed Shinchiro and Wakasa. They both quietly sat down on a chair, all facing me.

"Your rips are broken. Three of them. It's questioning how your back survived but the lucky thing is that you survived." Wakasa stated.

I rolled my eyes and looked outside the window.

"TakeMichi..what were you thinking? You were in coma for a whole month...Mikey has locked himself in his room and didn't even come out to eat after he found out. We brought the food to his door and knocked on it, for him to eat..." he stopped, his tears are leaking.

"Just why would you try to commit suicide-"

"Don't blame yourself. This isn't the first time." I said and spared him no look.

"What?" "You were about to put the blame on yourself. Thinking you are the reason I tried to commit, but you aren't..." I sighed.

I could at least tell them part of the truth..

"Truth is I was in a gang..." I took the silence to take a deep breath which hurt my lungs and I started to caugh. Both of them looked worried but remained on their seats.

"I'm not from Japan.. well I was born in Japan, my family moved to america and after they died, which was my fault, I moved back here in an orphanage." I pressed my lips together, I feel proud of myself acting and lying like this.

"You see. You have brawls because of fun. You do that shit because you enjoy it. You fight with fists.. that's nothing compared to america. Even if your like me. My street name was the suicidal crybaby.. known for throwing suicidal actions. Always picking on people stronger than me. I ended up getting shot but in the end I always won. No matter how much I was shot, no matter how many bones were broken..." I ended my Monolog.

"So these bullet wounds are-."

"Are from gang fights.. indeed,"

"So the reason you survived is?" "Nothing to do with that in particular. I am human after all. I can still die." I told them both and they just sighed.

"When your well, I'll bring Manjiro. I'm sure he'll freak out and tries to jump and hug you, so it'd be better if you are healed the moment he walks in." Shinchiro said smiling.