Chasing a story (Mha fanfic)

23: Coffee Is a Liquid, Just Like Glass

A/n:
Glass is kind of a liquid, or well, a atroanfnaocien something solid, like a cat is somehow liquid. Yes, I used this fact in the story. (An amorphous solid or non crystalline solid)
For further information, read the rest of the a/n, or don't, I don't mind it if you go right to the story.

Fun fact which my dad once told me randomly, sometimes old windows have to be turned over because the glass goes to the bottom or something. By turning it over (after fifty years I think (?)) the glass can go the other way, and the window doesn't die. It's the reason why, if you look very very carefully at really old glass, it might be slightly rippled.
That's why I always thought glass is a Liquid.

Though, this does not say that glass is a liquid because as a matter of fact, it's in between a liquid and a solid, which I looked up just now. Thank you by the way, Wikipedia for providing us with this marvellous piece of information.

Er... another essay later, let's continue with the story...

—Waffle

My victorious mood seemed to drag on for a while.
Toga as well, was in a cheerful mood despite the new position we had gotten in Chisaki's gang. We didn't feel like we belonged, and the others thought the same.

In a way, this made us feel more comfortable around each other though, and I knew there would come an end to this all.

As we hung out one afternoon, I offered the other two to get some drinks. They laughed as Twice asked for three things, unable to even figure out which one he actually wanted.
I smiled and decided to just grab something random.

Taking a step to teleport, I once more felt something.
Everytime it happened, it felt odd.

I looked around blankly.

That room, again.
The doctors chair stood there still, the time of day being night this time.

Why? What did this room want from me?
I didn't understand.

A sigh left me before I took another step. I'd be out of there, and away from trouble.

That step was somehow heavy, making me wonder if something was up.
My surroundings changed in a snap, and suddenly I realised I was standing on glass.
I froze up as I looked in front of me, seeing Chisaki looking at me thoughtfully.
He leaned against the wall a bit as he seemed to consider various things. Like he just had discovered something ground breaking. And I mean... I am ground breaking—(that's a joke)

"I knew it was only a matter of time."

Welp, there we go again, I'm fucked.

As I thought this, I barely noticed how the glass stopped vibrating. Though I spared it a small glance.

"We crated this to hope to catch your jumping."

"Jumping?" I questioned, "Bit of a fancy word for teleporting."

Chisaki shook his head as if disappointed.
"You're not going to tell me, you don't know?"

I shrugged, "There's never any shame to admitting you don't know."

Raising an eyebrow, Chisaki chose to ignore this.
"We hope you don't mind us running some tests?"

"I do mind," I mumbled cautiously, "I mind a lot, actually."

Chisaki let out a low laugh before suddenly I felt a sharp pain running up to my back. I gasped, my legs giving out as my eyes found the bright lights on the ceiling.
As I struggled in pain, I tried to put my hand on the glas.

Then I realised.
Glass wasn't solid. It was an amorphous solid, meaning I wouldn't be able to teleport. It wasn't a solid.
As a last hope, I reached up to the ceiling, hoping I'd somehow reach it, but my hand gave out as pain forced it to fall back down.

In only seconds, I felt myself falling unconscious, pain seemingly souring through everything all at once.

—

My eyes opened to find the same glass room. Everything ached, but my arms hurt.
As I looked down at them, my eyes widened slightly. Two ugly red stripes ran down them, as if someone had cut them open roughly and closed them after.

The room was darker now. While I looked around, I tried to teleport on every single part of the walls and floor, but it was all glass. Eventually I tried to reach the ceiling, but I couldn't. I wasn't tall enough, or well, I doubt many people are so tall to reach the ceiling.

The cold glass kept me company as I traced my fingers on the scar like lines on my arms. I wondered why Chisaki hadn't healed them up completely, I know he could have. I huffed when my brain came with the conclusion that I simply wasn't worth that treatment. I didn't think like that no more, no self hatred, I mean. I was a changed person from my past life.

Though as my arms found the smaller scars, I wondered if it was actually so. Some cuts were only just starting to heal.

Suddenly the lights flicked on, making me jump up a bit.

Some people walked in, and I suddenly realised how Eri must feel. Or well, maybe not exactly, but it wasn't nice.
When those people left, I was left to stare up at the bright lights.
The room spun.

There would come an end to this.

Right?