Pazzesco senza di te

It's nice to see you again, really

TW: Suicide/self-harm, needles, and liquor. 

|It's just like seeing her, for the first time, again|

Y/n was just getting home after getting groceries. She could hear talking inside the apartment but entered anyway. 

"Elliot! I'm back! You wouldn't believe the line at the store though. It felt like miles-" She was cut off by Elliot falling to the ground, but more importantly by him. He was staring at Elliot, but the world stopped when they made eye contact. It was Five. His face lit up. Y/n looked different to him. Her hair was long and wavy, and she wore a black gingham jumpsuit. Tears started to pour down Y/n's face as she dropped the bag of groceries. She could hear the eggs breaking as she ran towards Five. 

"Not the eggs," Elliot said, walking towards the bag on the kitchen floor. 

"Five!" She yelled, pulling him into the tightest hug. "I missed you, you old bastard," was all she could say. 

"I missed you too, angelo mio, more than you could imagine," He replied while holding her. She was sobbing into his shoulder. They were tears of joy. She went insane without the person who was standing in front of her. Now that he was back, things could go back to normal. She kissed his cheek and went to go clean the mess she had made. 

"Sorry Elliot," She said with a chuckle. 

"It's fine, but how do you know him?" Elliot questioned. 

"Sono la sua persona preferita!" Five yelled from across the room. (I'm her favorite person) 

"He's the boy from the pictures," Y/n said, with a chuckle.

"You know he has powers right?" Elliot asked, a little frightened.

"Yep. I also have powers," Y/n said.

"You do?!" He asked, shocked.

"Yep, I can walk through things," She said, letting a bag of flour fall through her hands and onto the floor.

"ARE YOU A GHOST?!" Elliot shouted.

"No, it's my power," She said with a chuckle.

"Oh, you scared me for a minute," Elliot chuckled.

"Yeah, anyway his name's Five and he's the person in the photo,"

"Oh," Elliot said with a chuckle, "I approve," He said again.

"Huh?" Y/n asked with flushed cheeks. 

"He's a good person and he cares about you, I know you like him," Elliot said. 

"That's sweet, but you don't know him," Y/n muttered. After she was done cleaning the mess, she went over towards Five. He was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper article.

"What's that?" She asked, sitting down next to him.

"Diego, he's in a mental hospital," Five said. A mental hospital?

"Which one?" She asked. A mental hospital? Wouldn't I have seen him?

"There's only one in Dallas," He said with a chuckle. "Why so curious?" He asked.

"It's just, I was there earlier this year and he wasn't," She mumbled.

"What?"

"I was in the mental hospital..." She muttered. Five stared blankly at her.

"If you don't mind me asking, why?" He asked. Should I tell him the real reason? Do I cover it up with something else? She thought.

She sighed. "I tried killing myself," She muttered.