A/N: Look how my writing quality sinks the more chapters I write and the more the hours pass. Counting the days when school starts and crying. Longer chapter today.
Do y'all know the feeling when you forgot something in all the languages you know and now you can't describe what you mean? I feel like that rn.
Sorry if I mischaracterize Hawks. It's only for the wholesome content here.
Longer chapter today before I put my life into studying until I cry. PLEASE VOTE MY DEAR 3 DEDICATED READERS IF YOU LIKE THIS FF. AND LEAVE A COMMENT ON MY WRITING STYLE AND THE STORYLINE SO FAR. BE HARSH IF YOU NEED TO BE.
!I WAS AWARE OF THE FACT THAT I USED INCHES AND YARDS AND FEET AS AN EUROPEAN. HOWEVER, SINCE I WASN'T USED TO IT, I CHANGED IT TO METERS STARTING WITH THIS CHAP (or some before idk anymore)
written on 29.08.2024-31.08.24
You didn't say it for any important reason when you said that you wouldn't come to school on Friday. Which you really didn't attend.
You had always been a good liar and an even better actor.
From the very moment you had woken up on the infirmary bed, your headache and your fever had been eating your head up, nagging on your head like a small cat.
The warmth of the fever was unbearable. Your blankets were soaked with your sweat as you started to sneeze. The box of tissues that was lying on the desk next to your bed seemed unreachable. Your red curtains were covering the window like a blindfold, the sun being forbidden to enter by them, keeping you a prisoner to the darkness.
Sleep never had felt farther away than now, refusing to even near your pathetic form as you tossed and turned on your bed, trying to let your head get some much-needed peace.
The figure of All for One never left your mind.
Your mind wasn't sure if it was a fever dream or if it was reality.
All for One definitely was capable of sending messages.
Even more capable of taking what's his.
Ever since you had your little breakdown, the feelings that you had bottled up over the years resurfaced again in your heart, making it ache in unfamiliarity and negative emotions.
Uneasiness crept over your body like a second skin, leaving no comfort in your body.
Your eyes dilated every single time a new headache overcame you, making you remember and feel one of your locked-up memories.
Besides turning and tossing around in your bed, you weren't capable of doing almost anything.
The only thing you could do is clutch your head or change the position of your arms and legs.
Every single one of your memories contained something painful.
But, in a seldom cases, there were also pleasant ones. Like the time when you escaped-
A groan was formed from your vocal strings as it left your mouth as you turned around on your bed again, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you grabbed your blanket, your grip tight and unmoving as you used it to help you bear the pain.
Your body never forgot the things you went through.
It was weird how your brain made you go through the pain again to make you remember.
Your ears were almost able to hear the agonizing screams of the child version of you.
Your bed would be your grave if you had to die of your fever.
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