[Various x F! Reader]
Attempting to start a new life after reform school shouldn't involve the Tokyo Manji Gang.
Nor should it involve all the bullshit you were suddenly dragged through.
PART 2 IS NOW OUT
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Surreal
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You gasp as soon as your eyes open, inhaling any amount of oxygen to replace the bit leaving you. The pace of your breathing shot up rapidly with your chest rising up and down every half a second. The strong pain in your chest doesn't leave, no matter what position you try to roll in. Each breath you take freezes into an icicle and stabs at your throat.
Everything looks off from where you're laying, which might have to do with your blurred vision. You squeeze your eyes shut before opening them up again, trying to adjust to your surroundings. You then lift your left arm and roll on your right side, placing your palm next to some dried blood.
There's shards of glass all over your carpet, and that fucking dry puddle of blood staining your new carpet. The only light illuminating your home is the kitchen, and even though it's quite dim, it still causes a headache. "Hell..." You mumble, feeling the broken pieces of glass stab your hand.
You push past the pain and lift yourself up, hunching your back while holding onto the coffee table. You then felt some sort of watery substance run over your lips and down your chin. You lift your hand to touch under your nose, and when you pull away all you see is your fingers covered in blood. The other thing you notice is that your hand is shaking. Hell, your entire arm is shaking.
You feel your stomach tighten, afraid of this foreign feeling. You then cross your arms over the table and lay your forehead on them, closing your eyes to prevent the incoming emotions. Your ears have a high pitch ring in them, overstimulating your mental state. Your body continues to shake, along with your lips parting every second as you gasp for air. Tears are filling behind your eyelids which spill onto your cheeks. They feel sticky and gross. The way they run down your skin makes you feel weak. They make you feel like an overdramatic little girl.
Blood is still running down your nose that mixes in with the tears. You still have a huge throbbing pain on the left side of your head, glass stuck to your hair and possibly even scalp.
The feeling of needing someone to hold you feels selfish. It felt stupid and absolutely even more dramatic to want. You're stupid to think Kazutora would want to be a part of your life again. After all that went down with Mikey, and you still being friends with him, it's obviously going to trigger something.
ring
You hear vibration coming from the couch behind you.
ring
It won't stop. No matter how many times you let it ring.
ring
You just want to be left alone like the idiot you are.
ring
"Fuck!" You wipe your tears with your sleeves and get on your knees, now facing the couch and digging into the creases for your phone. "Just leave me the hell alone!" You beg no one in general. Your voice is strained, nose stuffy, and your eyes are red from the short breakdown you had. "Hello?"
