ghost face x male reader

Chapter Three

Wednesday 9/17 - 9/25 1996

Florsent lights surround me. I spent the night in the hospital. I try to sit up before wincing in pain at the open wound in my stomach. I recall the events of the previous night. 'we'll finish this later' the memory rang through my head,

One of the nurses walked over to me pushing a cart in front of her. "how are you feeling Hun" she had a subtle southern accent. "Like shit" I respond. "Well there are probably gonna be a lot of people who need to ask questions, stuff like this doesn't happen everyday, especially not here" I nod.

She grabs two small Dixie cups off the tray one with two pills, which I assume are pain killers, and the other with water. I take the pills, wash them down and hand the empty cups back to her.

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After a few days in the hospital and a few days of being questioned by officers, they finally release me. I'm probably not fully recovered yet, mentally or physically, but I've missed enough school, we've been back for over a week but i've only gone for one day this term. While walking to the school I see a fermiliar face. The guy I met on my walk last week. Billy? I think his name was. I was gonna try and talk to him but he beat me to it

"are you doing alright man?" He asks as he approaches me. "I've been worse" I say as he starts walking next to me, our shoulders almost touching. "I heard about what happened, are you sure your ready to come back" the concern in his voice is sweet. The only people who I've spoken to since then were cops and the nurse, both of which were just doing their job.

"Yeah I've missed enough school" I answer. "Well if your having any trouble catching up on stuff I can give you my number and you can give me a call" I nod "actually that'd be pretty helpful I've fallen behind quite a bit" he stops and pulls his backpack off then kneels on the ground while rumaging through it. He pulls out a pen and paper and jots the number, swinging his backpack back over his shoulder and continuing our walk, and hands the paper to me. I smile at him "thanks man" he sets his hand on my shoulder grabbing it firmly "anytime"

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School was relatively normal, a couple weird looks here and there, I few whispers, a couple jolts of pain in my still unhealed wound, but other than that, normal. Word really does get around here. But it's fine cause now I'm home. I unlocked my door, and walk into my apartment, the thoughts of what happened a few nights before coming back to me. I look around, realizing that the appartment was cleaner than I had left it 'they must have had a crime scene clean up here' thinking of my own home as a crime scene made me sick to my stomach.

I dropped my backpack to the floor and bagan walking to the couch, but before I could sit down the phone rang.

My blood ran cold.

My eyes stay on the phone, not sure if I should answer.

I make my way to the phone, my body trembling.

I pick it up, "hello?"

"Hey are you okay man? I heard what happened and I've been trying to get ahold of you for 2 days!" My brother spits out the second I answer the phone.bI sigh in relief "I'm sorry I just got home from the hospital, but yeah I'm alright" I answer. i've never been more relived to hear him. "Was it just a random attack or do think it was because... Y'know." And I absolutely do know.

"no one here knows about my sexuality, I don't just go around telling people about that" he did make a good point though. It's a small town, people aren't as cool about it as they were in San Francisco not that they are cool there either. And if I even so much as implied it word would spread like wild fire. "Just be careful kid" he said. "Thanks dude, is that all you were calling about?" "Oh, yeah, right, thanks for reminding me. I wanted to tell you that I'll be there tomorrow I'm already packing"

I'm actually really excited about being able to see my family, even if it's just him, especially after what happened, i need to talk to someone. "Oh nice what time do you think you'll be here" "I'm leaving at 4 so probably like 6, does that work?" "Yeah I get home at like 3:30" "alright I'll see you then" he says before hanging up.

I sit back down on the couch and pull out my books to get caught up on the days of homework I have to do.

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After about an hour of work I get stuck on some of the English homework. I slap my hands over my face and lean my head back over the edge of the couch groaning "this fucking sucks" I mumble under my breath. I go to put my books away and give up but see the small price of paper at the bottom of my back pack. 'well if your having trouble getting caught up you can give me a call' the words he said coming back to me.

After a minute of contemplation I give in and go to get the phone dialing the number. It only rang twice before I heard the voice "yo who's this?" His voice sounded different over the phone, it was a bit deeper and scratchier but sounded nice. I told him who it was "I was just wondering, uh, are you busy?" I kind of got nervous, I didn't really know him but was about to invite him into my house, but he seemed trustworthy enough. He's the only person in this town who even asked if I was okay so how bad could he be?

"No not at all I was actually hoping you'd call me eventually, I'm bored out of my mind" I laugh a bit at his comment "are you any good at English?" I figured it was a dumb question, he wouldn't have offered to help if he wasn't at least somewhat confident that he knew what he was doing. "I mean, I'm not failing" or maybe not "what's your address? I'll come over and help" I hesitate for a second before telling him, "alright give me 10 minutes and I'll be over" and then he hangs up.

I sit back on the couch trying to get what I can done but just end up sitting back and waiting.