My heart races. All lights were on me. My head freezes. My breath quickens. All eyes were on me. Eyes judging me. Eyes staring into my soul. Eyes wondering to let me live or just kill me. My hands start to shake. Laughter floods my ears.
"Hahahaha."
"Do something bitch!"
"Do something!"
"Do something!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Hurry up and die!"
"Keel over and get a heart attack!"
"Uh... Blitz?" Fizz says.
"Shut up." I hiss.
I grip my head. The laughing the voices won't leave me alone. I look around. Everyone was staring at me. Everyone thinks I'm a freak. Some fuckers were taking pictures of Fizz.
"He's just nervous folks!" Fizz yells.
He moves in front of me and dances. He always gets the attention. I always will be second best. Pain flashes in my side. My vision starts to go blurry. I almost trip. My legs feel really shaky. I'm losing my footing. A lady screams loudly at me. I look down and I see blood. My shirt is stained. Blood keeps pooling out of my own shirt. The wound is starting to act up. I need to get out of here.
I grab my wound. I push past Fizz. I make a few steps before falling onto the wall. Sounds muddle. My legs give in, and I fall. I turn and I see Fizz running. Moxxie was dialing something. Then I fall down to the ground. Everything goes dark.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
