That one friend

Who knows me?

( Just to explain, Year 13s is like collage the last year pretty much. It's people who range from the age of 17-19. The year 12 are 15-17 which is the first year of college)

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It wasn't Billie, it wasn't the teachers... It was the students from Y/N's Art class..

But not all of them, just a couple of Y/N's year 13 students and the year bellows.

Y/N wasn't that shocked to see a couple of the year 12s (that's the lower years group, Y/N's year is the year 13s)

The year 12 were surprisingly okay, they kept to themselves and that was that. But the year 13s, that was a shocker.

Y/N tried to focus their eyes again since they had just been staring at the lights for a while on the hospital ceiling.

Y/N blinked super hard this time, and could finally see exactly who these people were.

"Why are you guys here?" Y/N spoke, confused to why they were seeing some people who didn't care for their existence.

"It's a tad bit obvious, no? We came to see if you were okay." One particular voice spoke out towards Y/N as they walked closer.

Ella, the one girl Y/N despised in that art class. There are way too many reasons why they disliked her as a person.

"Well sorrrryyyy! The fact that I wasn't expecting it considering I don't talk to you lot" Y/N snapped back in the same tone as Ella did.

"No need to be rude about it, we wanted to check on you since, well... You know.. you went coo coo in our art class? " Ella chuckled with the others while the year 12s stayed quiet for most of it.

"You have got to be kidding me right? You think this is some sort of joke? Some sort of play?" Y/N snapped, getting angrier by the minute.

"Oh come on, it's not the first time you have done something to get attention or to get out of doing your work" Ella continued to retaliate.

Y/N sat up from the hospital bed, they were not really supposed to since they were attached so so many tubes and wires.

"I have had it with you! I have had it with you and your games! I have had enough! Enough of your pettiness! Your sly words and actions! The way you put people down in your own way! Manipulate people! Turn people against me! The way you get everything you want! The way you take my dreams and ideas away from me! The way you get anything and everything given to you on a silver plate!

THAT PROJECT WAS MY IDEA! MY WORK! MY DESIGNS! MY THOUGHTS! AND YOU...

YOU FUCKING TOOK IT FROM ME!"

Y/N ripped all of their tubes and wires out from their body, from their skin...

Y/N struggled to get out the bed but managed and leaped towards Ella, knocking her down to the ground. Punching Ella's face from every inch.

The way Ella struggled was like a bug being tangled in a spiders web, flapped her arms everywhere, trying their hardest to get out from the trap.

Ella's face was so beaten up that blood covered Y/N hands and face before the students and doctors got involved.

Ella's face was unrecognisable.

Y/N was dragged by the doctors back to the hospital bed while everyone else was escorted away from them.

The doctors managed to calm Y/N down and get every tube and wire back into Y/Ns body.

The doctors had to clean Y/N up, their face was covered in blood as well as their hands. Their hands were slightly damaged, cuts and bruises here and there but nothing life threatening.

Y/N sat in their hospital bed thinking about the many ways that situation could have gone better, maybe to destroy Ella for good.

Y/N sat in that same hospital bed for days.

This was untill...

"Hey there munchkin"

A voice came from the curtains once more.

"A bit of a stupid question, but how are you doing?"

The sound of clustered lanyards filled with pins and keys came rustling towards Y/N.

Y/N slowly looked up at the person walking towards them. It was Mr Mk. The Head of college, well one of the heads at least.

Y/N stayed silent and just stared blankly at Mr Mk.

"I know times are tough but you look better than you did in the classroom" He tried to make conversation but Y/N didn't respond.

Y/N thought to themselves " how does he know what I looked like? He wasn't there?"

"Look, I understand that you are in pain but you could have come talk to me?" Mr Mk tried once more to talk to Y/N, but something that he said made Y/N boil inside with rage.

"Talk? To you?" Y/N said in a questioned tone.

Y/N smiled and started to chuckled under their breath. They had given up giving a fuck.

Mr Mk sat next to Y/N on the guest chair. The teacher tried to comfort them by touching their shoulder.

"DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Y/N snapped at Mr Mk due to his hand going near them.

"There is no need for the swearing. I was only trying to comfort you" Mr Mk tried to explain as he stood up away from the bed after Y/N snapped.

"I DON'T NEED COMFORTING! " Y/N started to get angrier but the doctors came in.

They escorted Mr Mk out of the room.

Y/N was left once more, sat alone with their thoughts.

This wasn't the first time that someone has tried to "comfort" Y/N and it not working. They always try to but they never mean it. Y/N developed trust issues from a young age.

*Couple weeks pass by*

Y/N was let out of the hospital as they were all healed and trusted not to do anything to serious again.

Y/N was so close to finishing school. Their exams where close. Since the incident, Y/N didn't attend school for a while, they only attended on days they could mentally handle it. Which was only a couple of days a week.

Of course by then, Billie had apologised and tried to make everything better.

Y/N and Billie were inseparable, no matter what, you couldn't split them.