Death of Me [Tartaglia]

chapter 22

I wake up Gods know how much later in a pool of my own blood. All I feel is pain, I try to sit up, before failing and falling back onto my face. I manage to roll onto my back before passing out again. 

I reawaken a second time feeling worse. My nose hurts like a bitch and I'm so light headed I can't think straight. Silent tears roll down my face. 

Fuck, this is so pathetic. None of this would have happened if not for fucking Number 11. I could have stayed by the Tsaritsa's side, slipping secrets to Diluc. I wouldn't be here. Dying. Dying in a cold cell in the depths of the place I hate most. 

My tears turn into sobs that tare through my destroyed body. I lye there sobbing. My tears mixing with the caked blood on my face, leaving streaks down my face. The only thing I hear for what feels like hours is my own crying echoing back at me. 

The sound of distant arguing pulls me from my sobs. I try to sit up, again, with tears still running down my face, before giving up. I lay back down waiting for whatever hell is next. I hear my first door open, and then my second. 

"Yn? What the hell did he do to you?" 

The sound of Childe's voice causes me to tense. I want to stand up and punch him, ruin him like how they are going to ruin me, but I can't. I lay there pathetically not even having the strength to turn away from him. 

I open my mouth to spit an insult at him before closing it again. My mouth is too dry, whether it be from crying or Number 6, I don't know. 

He kneels beside me. His gloved finger graze against my blood stained cheek and I muster what little strength I have to twitch away from him.

"Oh fuck, Yn, you need a healer. Badly." 

I want to attack him. It's his fucking fault I need a healer. I grit my teeth. He fucking played me for a fool. I actually started trusting someone, then he kissed me once and turned me in. Bastard. I hate him. 

"Yn, I know you probably want to kill me right now but listen," he says in a rushed whisper. 

"Shut- up," I wheeze out. "Get- get the fuck away from me." 

I choked on my own blood a bit at the end, but I got the message across. Seeing his hand jump back gave me a fleeting satisfaction, I'd probably never have again. I turn my head to the side to hack up more blood, sending red splatters of blood and spit through the air.

"Oh archons," he groans. "Yn..." 

In the distance I hear more keys rattling, Number 11 gives me something like an apologetic glance before smacking me, hard, across the face. My eyes go wide in shock as the sound of skin on skin echoes through the cell. 

"Are you almost done, my lord," an unfamiliar voice asks. 

"What did I say about interrupting me," the harbinger snarls. "I'm done with her when I say I'm done with her!" 

I close my eyes as a strong headache starts to form behind my skull. 

"R- right, but Sir you're not on the list for today. We shouldn't even let you in for these five minutes," the voice says uncertainly. 

"I'm the reason she's fucking in here," he snaps. "I'll leave, but at least get her some water so she doesn't die before her trial. Now! I'll watch her." 

"Y- yes, Sir." 

I hear the first door close again, groaning at the loud bang it makes as it shuts. 

"Water, Yn," Number 11 says earnestly. "Trust me on this please. It'll be water." 

I can't even make sense of his words. My face stings from where he hit me, my head hurts, I've bled too much. I can't.