Two Versus Danger.

| Chapter 21 |

!! Trigger Warning !! Gore.

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They touched him, a gunshot right through his chest as he soon started hacking up blood in fear.

No...

My heart rate increased rapidly, which was dangerous, as I launched myself at my blood stained axe with my blood-stained hands. Power seeping at my fingers filled with rage; nothing could stop me. Directing a swing of my axe right over the governor's head.

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It felt like a regular evening; that was if I didn't have any exams to do; revising for them felt like I have been forced into an illegal distribution. I looked over at the photo on my desk... me and Yīkào when we were kids; really young too, smiling at the thought of him magically waking up at some point this week. Sadly, it was impossible; the doctors had said that he wasn't set to wake until I was at least apply for college, which is 10 months away.

Quite shocking, but I just wanted everything to end in highschool, I was counting down my days and most importantly; I was waiting for Yīkào to wake up from his coma. Suddenly, there was a knock at my door, by which I turned my head to look and my dad poked his head through the door.

"How are you holding up, kid?" my dad has been there for me ever since mom died and Yīkào went into a deep coma... the only thing keeping me alive currently. I looked at my revision I'd been doing before tightening my shoulders; weak fuck; "Hey..."

My dad came closer and touched my shoulder, by which I tightened up more and feel the need to whittle away. Why was I so fucking weak? Even the littlest of acts makes me feel like shit and I want to jump straight off my school rooftop.

"S-Sorry, I-I just..."

"Don't be sorry; kid, just go get some rest," moving me from my chair to my bed, being a usual complete mess like usual. I wasn't able to cope as well as I did during the first and second year of high school; it was probably because of the effects of Yīkào getting to me. Then again, I was always struggling because of Yīkào; no matter how many years ago it was, I was always struggling and in the deepest of despair. "Sweet dreams..." tucking me into bed before I dried my own tears.

I'm the definition of pathetic and I'm not afraid to admit it and if Yīkào doesn't wake up... I wouldn't know what to do next...

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Yīkào...

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M-My Yīkào...

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"P-Please wake up! I need you- PLEASE!!"

"Get off me! You- You liar!!" pushing me away like I was nothing, a waste of space.

"N-No please, Yīkào... please..." falling to the floor like a weakling, no... it's just that I didn't want him to hate me or even hurt me... Yīkào was my everything.