The Quiet | Yuwin

九 Nine (Part 2)

"You're terrible at aiming, pass it here." Yuta sighed as he snatched the dart off of me and proceeded to shoot for one of the balloons on one of the four walls. There we many balloons and they were all big enough for a little 5-year-old to aim towards, but for some reason my darts would only reach for the top of the walls. I guess I've been taking the phrase 'reach for the top' a little too seriously.

We've just finished at least two games of whack-a-mole and two unsuccessful plays of Air Hockey on my side. What started off being a catastrophe of a night, turned out to be an enjoyable rollercoaster. Well, if Yuta stopped being such a bastard, at least for now, I'd appreciate the night a little more. But for now, it is enough to satisfy me.

In this state of mind, it could have been a sorrowful goodbye to the grudge that had separated us for these past few weeks, but in reality, it could be a temporary thrill. Yuta's probably being nice to me because he has no friends and no life apart from being a complete snob and ruining lives, such as mine, so he needed a friend for the time being.

I only came to see the fireworks, I swear!

Okay, I guess I was a tad curious on where he went, but is that such a wrong thing to do? Being thoughtful towards a friend?

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The internal conflictions exasperating inside of me releases with every move I take, creating such an awkward phase in the midst of our 'time together', making me snatch the dart back from Yuta, "I can do this." I said aggressively.

Without a second thought, I had thrown the dart towards the wall and, to my surprise, made contact with one of the balloons, creating a loud pop.

The expression on my face could allow anyone to know how happy I was to know that I've finally hit a balloon. I quickly faced Yuta as an effect of my pride, however he looked down towards me. Confused, I looked down to where he was looking, and there it was, a trail of stiffened red travelled below the wrinkles above my wrist.

It was more of a shock than a pain. No, it was more of an embarrassing stigma. I couldn't have been more ashamed to be me at that state of time.

I reluctantly raise my wrist towards my sight as I take a closer look. The dart has made a small, but deep split on the palm of my hand. I snicker a small sigh as I lower my arm and move to claim my reward.

Soon after, I feel a wrath of restraint on my arm pulling me towards it. Yuta quickly pulls the cloth-like mesh off of the game's stall and proceeds to wipe off any trail of blood on my arm, throws it to the ground and drags me along with me, still gripping my arm tightly. I bow my head towards the stalls owner as I quickly move my feet.

"Where are we going?" "What are you doing?" "Leave me alone!" I exclaim, shouting from left ear, right. Yet, there was nothing to be heard from. It was as if I was speaking to myself.

We ended up at a stall with a great big plus sign on it near a number of ambulances. I assume this would be the Emergency Stall. He asks for a First Aid Kit and drags me out of the stall to a bench near by.

Yuta gives me a sight of disappointment and tosses the kit to me. I'm not really sure how to use this kit since I've never needed one. I'm always precautious with stuff, so this is the first time something like this has ever happened to me.

By the way, I thought he'd do it for me since he went all the way to the Emergency Stall to grab this kit.

I remain reluctant with every move I take with this kit. I feel like it could eat my hand if I take the wrong move.

Soon after, the kit gets snatched off of me by Yuta as he sighs, opening the kit and grabbing band-aids and other stuff to help treat the cut.

While his hand was still gripped to my arm, he pulls it closer towards him and begins to spray a spray - which I assume is there to help the cut. He then proceeds to dab some paper towels against, and around the cut.