Shattered Angel (Book 1)

Part 20: Painful Adventures

IT'S FINALLY SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so glad school is finally over. Sorry for the accidental publish, I was still overviewing the chapter when I accidentally pressed the publish button. Anyways, I hope you guys like the chapter. Tell me what you think!
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Ichigo's POV:

I went to my room, carefully holding the drawings Shiro had given me. I wonder what he had drawn before, that would make me hate him.... I still remembered that he was afraid of me seeing what he was drawing when I woke up one day. Could I even bring myself to hate Shiro? I shook my head at the very thought. No, I really like Shiro. There's not much a person I like can do to make me hate them. Still, I wonder what he's so afraid of... I was so lost in thought that I never realized when I made it to my room.

I shook my head to push the thoughts to the back of my mind and walked over to my desk. I sat in my chair and looked through my drawers to find some thumbtacks. I pinned the drawings right where I stared at the wall if I'm bored or was thinking and sat back looking at the drawings. I reread everything and soon got lost in my thoughts.

Shiro's POV:

Where is he? It doesn't take this long to put up a few drawings in his room, does it? What if he was just smiling to spare my feelings? What if he doesn't want to see me again? Too many things were coursing through my thoughts. Too many questions, too many what ifs, too much fear. I had to go find out what happened. I'm afraid he hates me with my denial of showing him my drawings. I'm afraid he left after realizing the hidden messages and small references. I'm afraid... of him leaving me alone. I could hear my heart beat steadily rising from the fears I had coursing through me.

I felt a sudden adrenaline rush when a certain question passed through my thoughts. What if I messed up? I threw the covers off of me the moment I thought that and sat at the edge of the bed. I ripped out the IVs attached to my body. Pain, that was once my only salvation, enveloped me and I felt a little better.

Nonetheless, I grabbed onto the nightstand and stood up. I nearly collapsed as soon as I stood but held on tightly. I was already panting with so little movement but I had to find him. Determination and adrenaline rushed through me as I took another step.

I glared at my legs knowing they were supposed to be used to this already yet they were still shaking. Within a few minutes, I was at the door. I was surprised that no one came back to the room in the time it took for me to get to the door. Usually, one of my beloved family members comes to kick me awake or a doctor would check their patient once they hear the flatline. I shake the thought from my head and open the door, shivering at the small gush of cold air.

I took a step into the main hall of the clinic. It looked so plain and white. I didn't like the cold so I held onto several things close to the walls, quickly making my way to the door at the end of the hall. Soon enough, I arrived and was panting a bit harder then before with my hand tightly wrapped around the knob. I used the wall to support my weight, taking a small break to catch my breath.

After my pants had softened, I stood back up and carefully turned the knob before opening the door. I looked around seeing wooden floors, beige walls strangely colored by the lighting, and a simple house layout with stairs to the left. A took a deep breath before taking my chances and heading to the stairs.

Luckily, there was a hand rail along the stairwell so I wouldn't have too much trouble going upstairs. The first step on the stairs was agonizing. I didn't have much strength in the first place and lifting my legs before putting pressure on it was very painful. Though, the pain felt reassuring. It was like my body was reminding me about how the pain I can inflict on myself to escape the rashness of reality, was still there if I still needed it. It felt nice overall, finally being able to feel pain from my own actions.