Past (Zankyou no Terror Fanfiction)

Chapter 8- Flashback Feelings

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The car ride back to the dorm, I'll admit, was rough. It only lasted 5 minutes, but it was rough.

Twelve wouldn't stop apologizing to me, that he only took my glasses to complete his costume. I kept having to tell him over and over with my muffled voice and still slightly bloody mouth  that it wasn't his fault, and that I wasn't expecting it to happen either. He wouldn't stop pointing out that I must've been ready for something like that, or possibly used to it, since my hands and feet were completely relaxed. I obviously couldn't tell him the truth, so I just didn't respond to him.

Why does embarrassment have to exist?

There were so. Many. Bumps. On the god damn road. Each one made me want to just peel my face off and rip my stomach out so it would stop jumping around.

Walking back to the dorm was rough. Since that fat ass sat on me for so long I still felt sore, (I know, name calling is hypocritical of me but I'm just so pissed off and embarrassed, give me a break) but I guess it wasn't as bad as when I was walking to the car right after the fight. I didn't have to rely on Twelve nearly as much.

Finally, the soft bed. I pretty much hurled myself onto it and turned to face the wall, away from Twelve. I didn't want him to look at me anymore. I didn't want him to help me anymore. He's already done that enough times. He's already been hurt by me enough times.

"Nine... I need to get a closer look at your face to make sure you don't need stitches."

"I'm fine" but now that he mentioned it, the cut on my forehead feels a little deep... What the hell am I saying, no. No more help.

"Nine... It could get infected. Just... Let me loo-"

"No!" Why am I getting angry?

"Nine... I'm not just messing around here. This is your health were talking about"

Silence.

"Nine..."

Silence.

"Nine please"

Stop breaking the silence, Twelve.
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Seriously brain! Now is not the time for another weird flashback of a dream you had!

and before I say this, let me tell you how fast the events played out- it must of been only around 3 seconds.

This is definately a different day. It's I can barely open my eyes bright, and we're in a different room. Im in this chair, restrained? What the hell? Across from me, I see a metal table.. That kid from before is... Oh my god he's tied on it!... Am I speaking to him? I can't tell. He's not even looking at me...Now this big guy in a lab coat is coming in... Holy crap that's a huge needle... Wait... Is that acid they're putting in him?! It's green...And bubbling! No  no no no nonono Don't put it in him! Geez these restraines are strong. No! Stop! STOP!!

Woah... Now we're back in this other room... The little kid is in the corner, hurled up in a ball... Wow my arm reallyyyy hurts.. But him oh my god... that's darkred liquidhe's bleeding!!Everywhere!...Wait... Was that my voice again? Yea... I said... you're bleeding! We need to call for help! It's no use! He responded. They won't come! But we've gotta try!! I turned away from him, and ran up to the cold metal bars. HEY! SOMEONE HELP!! HES BLEEDING REALLY BAD HES GONNA DIE!!! SOMEONE PLEASE!!!

I had to stop myself from continuing. Nine's hurt now, and he needs medical attention.

But God... That's a really really weird dream. What exactly was I calling him? Geez Twelve you're getting off subject again!

"Nine..."

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

"Nine!"

I had no choice but to grab his side and roll him towards me. He tried fighting it, but eventually completely gave in. I sighed in relief.

I know. Controlling stalker alert. But what would you have done?

The swelling in his cheek had definately gotten worse, which I didn't think was possible, and the cut on his forehead looked really deep. He flinched a little when I touched the spot next to it. How did he get a cut so deep from punches? Oh wait... That fat ass was wearing a ring...

"Nine... It wouldn't hurt to go to the hos-"

"No. That's not an option." Damn

"You need to go there. This cut could never heal properly without stitches."

"I said it's fine. I'll just get some ice" He replied, and I stopped him from getting up.

He ever so slightly flinched at my touch. I couldn't tell if it was from pain... Or maybe something more *wink wink*

I was hesitant to get it for him, but at least he's willing to do something about the wounds.. or, injuries, whatever.  No not whatever they were pretty serious. I don't know. "I'll get it" I said, and I got up to the lobby to get some for him.

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You can never really truly study someone's face until they sit close enough, and they aren't looking at you.

That's what's happening now. He's just... Staring at the window while still sitting next to me so thoughtfully. His face is so... It's looks so soft, but there's very tiny cuts here and there, but they're very old and mostly faded away. He doesn't really have a jawline despite him being so thin, I never realized that. I also realised his cheeks are naturally slightly pinker than the rest of his face. His rich, pink lips are shut together, and his large, brown eyes, or the eye that I could see, is glowing, despite the dark artificial light in the room. It's... Cute...

Beautiful, even...

Stop it Nine. You can never think of him like that. Do you know what that would do to him?

I averted my eyes towards my pitiful hands fumbling with each other.