They pulled the both of us into separate rooms. They bandaged me up and they put an IV line in. They gave me morphine, everything was hazy.
I should've tried running. Even with the morphine in me I should've run. I should've taken the elevator.
"Crying I see?" That man. He leaned against the doorway. I didn't even realize I was crying.
He watched me quietly. That man. Blonde hair, green eyes.
He was young. He didn't look too much older than 18.
Was he a minor?
"I hate you." I breathed out. He was unnerved by my words.
"I know." He said it so nonchalantly, I knew he cared.
"Don't lie...to-" Suddenly he was up in my face.
"I said...I know." He said. He lifted me up by the collar. I felt so weak. His eyes seemed to glisten.
Who was this guy fooling?
He's like me...and now I didn't feel scared.
He denied everything, he ignored it all under a temper and jobs.
But inside-
"You better not cause trouble, if you do...I don't care that he needs you healthy I will break you." He let go of me and I fell back limp on my bed. The monitors seemed to explode with sound.
It reminded me of when Haru was in the hospital.
When Skylar died.
I never went to her funeral, Brandon didn't either, I don't know who went.
My heart was heavy.
I missed Tadashi.
I missed Austin.
I missed both sets of parents.
I missed everyone.
I watched as he stormed out of the room, even above the monitors I could hear his loud footsteps.
I hated hearing that sound.
I wanted to be wearing his shoes. I wanted to be walking out of the room, healthy, mind clear.
I wanted a chance to restart.
I wanted a chance to apologize.
I wanted to do so many things.
People rushed in and checked my vitals and put in more morphine. They checked my IV. I was Haru without the scars.
I was Brandon without the dead girlfriend.
I was broken.
For no reason at all.
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I can't say anything. I can't tell anyone.
This has to stay secret.
I have to keep my mouth shut, I have to if I want to keep we alive.
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Starting Over (Tadashi x Reader)
Fanfiction(F/N) lost her parents to a murderer, her home to finances, and the only sibling she ever had to a fire. What else could go wrong? A lot of things.....she is moving from the place she called home and where so many memories were held. She's being tak...
