I Just Want To Feel You || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 2

I sat up, opening my eyes at the unfamiliar setting. Looking over to my right, I saw the door open with the words, "Nurse's Office," printed on it. I got out of the uncomfortable flatbed, only to receive a shock of pain as I bent my arm to push the hair out of my face.

I looked down at my left arm to see a cast wrapped around my elbow, and a sling holding it in place. I sighed and walked over to where I saw my bag, only to be stopped by the nurse, "You mustn't leave yet. I've called your guardian and she's on her way here to pick you up."

Why did you call the bitch?

"I'm perfectly fine, miss--"

"Does your head hurt? It was bleeding quite a bit," she inquired.

"No."

"Are you su--?"

The nurse was cut off when Angelina threw the door open wider, glaring at me as if I had committed the worst sin possible.

"May I help you?" The nurse questioned.

"I'm Angelina Dalles," my aunt replied, not losing the glare.

"Ah, I recognized your voice. As for Ciel, please have him rest for a while. I believe a week or two should be sufficient. Have a doctor see him, too. He had a concussion after the impact," The nurse informed.

Angelina nodded, looking toward the nurses with a gentle false smile. I don't think she was listening. Would she even care? "I'll see to it," she responded, "Come now, Ciel. We have some serious matters to discuss."

Of course, that only meant Hell for me. I grabbed my stained bag and put it over my injured arm, trodden towards the door with my feet slightly shuffling. She put her hand deliberately on my upper arm, much close to my injury.

Damn you.

"We'll keep in touch in case he returns with a bit more to look after," she waved to the nurse and shut the door as we both walked out of the infirmary.

"I--"

"I don't care what reason you have for the injury," she snapped, grabbing my face in one hand, "I refuse to pay for any medical bills caused by your idiocy, you brat!" I nodded, not wanting to feel her fingers pushing onto my teeth from beyond the skin. "You're going to get your assignments done on time, even if you aren't in class. I won't accept any of your low grades," she let go, turning toward the exit.

"I can go home myself," I growled, not wanting to be an inch near her.

"You're lucky I even give a damn. How will you get home with that injury? You can't drive with that. I would have made you go home on your own, but I don't want to be held accountable for any insurance rates going up because your ass got into an accident. God, I hate having to deal with you," She clenched her hands into fists as we made our way to the car, "If your parents hadn't have died, I wouldn't be having to deal with you! I wouldn't be forced to go to the officers to take you in as your guardian."

I mentally groaned, "Sorr--"

"Don't 'sorry' me! You left blood on my bathroom floor, you know that? Guess who had to clean it up? I did! Maybe that's why Rachel and Vincent are dead. They didn't want to have to deal with your suicidal ass so they probably killed themselves!" She opened the door to get into the car, me following after, "Now I'm stuck with you and your fucking annoying depressed shit!"

I sat down in the seat and shut the car door.

Don't blame me for something I didn't do.

Angelina started the engine and began driving. She took a deep sigh, "God, I hate you so fucking much but, hey, you're living with me and I'm your guardian! I have to take care of you! I have to deal with the blood you leave behind! I have to deal with the principal calling and telling me that 'Your son got into a fight with some of the older kids,' but do I care?! No! I don't care what happens! Just don't keep eating up my hard earned money! Just die in those fights already! Go die! Why haven't you killed yourself?! Why do I keep having to deal with you?!"

"Aunt Anne, you skipped our street," I replied, hoping to get her to shut her trap.

She ignored me and turned to a church parking lot, putting the car in reverse. But before she could even back up, I opened the car door with my injured arm, wincing during the process.

I stumbled out, ignoring her yelling, and walked towards the church. I heard the sound of heels hitting the concrete, "Ciel, get back in the fucking car! I'm tired of your shit!" Angelina yelled angrily as she quickly walked towards me.

When are your heels going to break?

"I'm tired of your shit, too!" I shouted angrily, find myself turning back to her, my unharmed arm clenched in a fist. "Don't blame me for Mum and Dad's death! I had nothing to do with it!"

Angelina folded her arms across her chest, slouching slightly as she stopped approaching me, "How are you still alive then? Did you, a child, somehow withstand that fire? Don't fuck with me. Rachel always told me how much she worried about your future. She--"

"Wouldn't every parent worry about their child's future?" I inquired.

Angelina pulled out a flask, popping the cap to the side and taking a long sip, "That wasn't the case. Let me finish or I won't be feeding you." She put the flask to her mouth and gulped down more alcohol, "She told me you seemed to be more selfish and annoyed. You weren't listening to her. You would want to spend time with that Elizabeth girl. Why is that?"

"I was seven years old. Children have no right minds. Of course I didn't listen to her. Aren't you a doctor? Shouldn't you already know this?"

Angelina's voice began slurring, "Get back in the fucking car and drive me home. I'm not feeding you until tomorrow, brat."

I glared at her, looking over at the still open car. I scoffed and turned back on my heels continuing on, opening the church doors and slamming them shut as I stepped in. I looked around and chuckled. "Don't you people realize that there is no God?" I shook my head in annoyance and slowly walked down the aisle examining the stain glass windows.

I could hear the car start from outside the doors of the chapel. A faint curse was sounded and I could tell that Angelina had driven away.

Hope you die in a fucking car accident.

I turned to the church doors yet again, watching the car whiz by the windows. I stepped toward the doors, pushing them open and feeling the cooler breeze hit my face. As if suddenly, I looked down from above the steps to see Sebastian Michaelis standing there with a smirk.

"Was that your mother who left you behind? Oh wait, she died, excuse me. Step-mother?" he laughed, holding his hands above his head in a resting position.

I gave no response. Angelina would never deserve a title such as, 'Mother.' A child would rather die than call her that.

"What's an emo shit doing at a church anyway? Praying to God? God doesn't want fucking suicidal assholes. Get lost, Phantomhive," he brought a stern glare upon his face.

"My reason for being here is none of your business, Michaelis."

"Oh? Then whose is it? You don't have any friends, might as well tell someone." Sebastian shrugged, "At least I seem to care."

"That doesn't mean you do."

"Was weak little Phantomhive too wimpy to keep himself together? Got yourself a cast and bandage, hm?" He questioned, starting to irritate me.

"Go to hell," I glared at him at for a second before walking down the steps and passing him, not saying another word. He's right, I am weak. I couldn't even keep myself together when...

I teared up slightly. I can't remember. I don't want to remember.

I hate everyone. I hate myself.

"Something is coming for you, Phantomhive," Sebastian said before he chuckled darkly.

And then a gun shot was heard.