Cracked Up

Chapter 24

✨ your gay ✨

Pov:

Takemichi took one last heavy breath as he walked off the building. He held said breath as he plummeted to the floor. He didn't think of anything specific or show any emotion. All he did was close his eyes and let the eternal rest take him away. Or so he thought.

He jolted up, panting heavily as he help his head. A strong unmerciful pain was starting to weld up in his forehead, he didn't even realize that he Woke Up. He felt himself sitting in a puddle of cold liquid, he only just noticed that he was shivering. His whole body was hurting, not just his head. He was sitting in a pitch-black room so he couldn't see anything. All he could do was take in the awful fumes that were floating in the air. It was almost unbearable, the awful smell, his throbbing headache. He felt hot tears flowing down his cheeks, he couldn't help but throw up. He could only take in the scent that mimicked the smell of rotten trash, maybe worse. He could only cry and throw up as his world spun around him. He felt like he was drugged like he was downing bottle after bottle of alcohol and then jumping into the dumpster mid-winter. 

Maybe an hour has passed since Takemichi woke up, but he wouldn't know since he couldn't see anything. He finally got the strength to stand up, holding out his arms while walking so he didn't bump into anything. He was able to hold himself up agents a wall. He kept a hand on the wall as he started to walk around. He did this for who knows how long before he found a staircase leading up. Without hesitation, he went up the flight of stairs and opened the door that was at the top of them. He squinted his eyes so they could adapt to the light.

When his eye finally adjusted he almost had a heart attack, he was back. back to when he was in hell, Back to where he struggled the most to survive. He was back in time. There's no other way, he moved. He moved far far away from this place, and yet here he is. The mansion where he was starved and tortured every day, just for being born. Takemichi looked down at his hands and realized just how small he was. If he were to guess his age he would probably be three or four. He was shirtless but he had on some ripped white shorts. No wonder he was so cold, with how skinny he was to the lack of clothes, it's almost impossible to not feel cold. 

Though Takemichi didn't like it, he remembered the layout of the mansion like the back of his hand. He didn't remember it before but once he opened his eyes in this place, he couldn't get the memories out of his head. All his memories flashed in his head, but it felt like he was missing something, but he didn't know what.

He didn't want to be seen so he quickly ran to somewhere people wouldn't find him. He didn't think this was a dream or a flashback, only because it felt too real for it to be a dream. He looked down at his body once more but caught sight of the cold liquid he was laying in before. It was blood, if he could throw up he would, but he had nothing left inside him. He cried, he huddled his soar cold body into a ball as he let out his emotions. He thought while huddling himself in a ball ' please, please just let me rest. let me sleep '. 

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Oh my sweet baby michi 😭

I made this one more detailed so your welcome

don't really have anything to say about this one. 

So love you readers bye bye 😍😘