[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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Previously...
"hell..." you mumble, feeling the broken pieces of glass stab your hand. However, you push past the pain and lift yourself up, slowly beginning to hunch your back as you hold onto the coffee table.
You then felt some sort of watery substance run over your lips and down your chin. So you lift your hand and touch under your nose. When you pull away all you see is your fingers covered in blood-but that wasn't the only thing you noticed.
You finally realized your hand was shaking. Hell, your entire arm was shaking. You then look down and realize your entire body was shaking in shock.
You cross your arms over the table and lay your forehead on them, closing your eyes to prevent the incoming emotions.
Your body continues to shake, along with your lips parting every second as you gasp for air. Tears are filling behind your eyelids which then spill out onto your cheeks. Your ears had a high pitched ring in them, overstimulating your overall mental state.
They felt sticky and gross. The way they ran down your skin made you feel weak. They made you feel like a little girl who was over dramatic.
Blood was still running down your nose which mixed in with the tears. You still had a huge throbbing pain on the left side of your head, glass still stuck to your hair and possibly even scalp. But you really couldn't care less.
The feeling of needing someone to hold you felt selfish. It felt stupid and absolutely even more dramatic to want.
You were stupid to even think Kazutora would want to be apart of your life again. After all that went down with Mikey, and you still being friends with him - obviously it's going to trigger something.
bzz
You hear vibration coming from the couch behind you.
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It won't stop. No matter how many times you let it go.
bzz
You just wanted to be left alone like the idiot you are.
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"Jesus- 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 to no one in general.
Your voice was strained, nose was stuffy, and eyes red from the short breakdown you had for what in reality was fifteen minutes.
You find the device and fall back to your bottom. Your left arm remains on the couch cushions while your other just rests by your side. Your left holds the phone, so you answer and hold it by your ear.
