Behind the scenes//Scaramouche x Reader//

9: Fine

"Oh (Y/N) are you okay? What happened to your eye? Did you take a shower? Your hair is all wet." Cho's hand went up to my eye. One of the places I hit myself with my fist. It was black and blue.

"Tripped." I turned my back to her and walked over to my suitcase. I picked up some new clothing. Yesterday we had agreed to check out the city, and a couple hours before we went to the concert, to go back to the hotel and change our clothes.

This concert, I would be looking cute, though this outfit was being called 'hot' by Rue and Ae-Cha. I already knew what I would wear the second I saw the tickets. It was a suit. Well, kind of a suit, just shorter. It really matched BallaKu's usual aesthetic.

"Tripped?" Cho came up behind me and looked down at me fumbling with all the clothing in my suitcase.

"Tripped." I pulled the t-shirt of my body. I was left in only a bra, and Cho looked away from me. The gray sweater I had chosen sat loose on my body.

"Sure. You coming? I felt bad for leaving you alone, so the other left to eat at some place. I nodded before pulling my shorts off and taking the slightly loose jeans on.

"Yeah two seconds." I brushed my hair out with my hands. When I took my hand back, it was red.

"You sure you tripped." I brushed the blood off in a piece of paper and threw it out. Another nod and I brushed my shoulder against Cho's.

"You coming? I'm starving." She sent a nervous look, before following me down to the cafeteria. I felt my head throbbing, my eye hurt. It was painful.

At least the pain over did the numbness in my legs. My hair was in a messy bun, so that the blood stayed in my scalp and not my hair.

The smell of newly baked croissants, rice, eggs and many other kinds of food, met us halfway down the stairs. I felt dizzy and my head hurt, but who could even notice-

"You sure you are okay? You look pale." Cho put a hand on my shoulder. Normally I would have been startled and maybe jumped to the side, but my head hurt too much. It was too painful.

"I'm fine. I've already told you that a million times." I smiled at her. Her dark brown eyes still looked unsure.

"I promise." I smiled again. Her expression was still worried. Scared perhaps? I felt dizzy again, extremely dizzy.

"(Y/N)?"

"(Y/N)?"

"(Y/N)?!"

"(Y/N)?!"

"(Y/N)?!!"

"(Y/N)?!!"

"(Y/N)?!!!"

"(Y/N)?!!!"

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N)!? Are you in there?" I opened my eyes. My reflection in the mirror showed my reddish face. No blood. My hands were inches away from my red cheeks. Again, no blood.

"Yeah." I removed my hands from my face and mumbled in my hands. What was that?

"For fucks sake. Answer the first time." Cho was clearly annoyed, or scared? Irritated? I nodded and turned on the sink.

"Just wait for me, I'll be out in two." The cold water ran down my face. A shaky sigh escaped my lips, and I dried off the water.

How many hits did I get? Three? Four? Too many. More than necessary. Way too many. Not enough to draw blood. I never knew what came over me during my episodes. We never knew why I got the episodes.

It didn't feel like there had been blood on my face. Or if I had hit myself hard. My face was just burning red. My hands as well. No stinging, just red.