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五 ：ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

TW⚠️: There will be use of medication, and specifically medication for PTSD. So if you are sensitive to mentions of drugs or medication, it is best if you skip the first part of the story.

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RAISING CURTAINS....

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What the fuck.

You have awoken from, otherwise, a pretty uneventful nap, and you can feel the knife being held in a vice grip as you look around.

The room is still dark, indicating that everyone, or mostly everyone, in Teams Z is asleep.

Sitting up, you are quick to rummage through your pillowcase and take out your medication. You can already feel voices and words coming over you and whispering in your ear. Like a soft plea, or a siren's song to come to and never be seen again. You hate the feeling. You always have.

It's been so long you can't remember when the hallucinations started. Only that, the first time was violent and painful for you.

You shakily open the cap, pressing down and turning the white bottle as you struggle to take out two of the pills as you can feel the voices and visions get more violent.

You feel something being whispered in your ear, you see a familiar red hair in the corner of your vision. You feel like screaming.

Perhaps your breath is speeding up, you can't tell. You have successfully gotten the two pills out.

You hurriedly put them in your mouth and swallow as you are quick to get up and get some water.

Swallowing it, things seem quieter. More peaceful. You let out a sigh of relief.

It doesn't affect you immediately. You wait a few moments, perhaps even a few minutes, before you finally feel a little at ease. The anxiety creeping up is gone, and the visions are now next to none.

You hear someone clearing their throat from behind you as you zip around.

Kunigami.

"Uhm," he clears his throat again, "Are you alright? Is there something we need to know?"

You quickly make your way back to your futon and stuff the bottle in the pillowcase and zip it, "No, and it's better if you mind your damn business." You snarl at the ginger headed boy.

(TW⚠️ ends here)

He yawns as he rubs his eyes, "You don't have to be so," He yawns again, "defensive." He seems to finally stand up and begin to put his futon away.

"I get it, you aren't the most social person, but at least give us a chance. Sometimes putting your walls down can be for the better." He folds his blankets, "You don't have to like any of us, I am just saying to give some of us a chance since you seem to have.." He tries to come up with a word, "Been through some things." His expression is complicated, like he is trying to describe something but is unable to put it into words, or he is sleeping on a pea. One of the two.

He finally completes folding his futon and puts it in the corner, "And anyway, it's best to get along with some people because you have to work with them. I hope you understand." He gives you a wry smile as he begins to get his clothes out for the day and upcoming game against Team Y, "See you." He makes a little crack as he stretches his neck.