Feeling (Yato x Reader)

2: Dream

—You

When I woke up the next morning, I was laying in a hospital bed with my mother sleeping beside me. There was a breathing tube in my nose and an IV stuck into my arm.

My mind began to wander almost as soon as I was even half awake.

Was it a dream? The god, the blonde haired boy? The deal we'd made? Was it all just a fairytale? Did my mother rescue me?

It must have been a dream. There was no way gods existed and certainly none that were devoted to protecting me. That much I knew.

So then what had happened?

I knew that I had indeed tried to kill myself, that much was obvious because why else would I be in the hospital. My mind was in such a bog that I couldn't decipher what was real and what was fake.

I remembered the names though.

Yato and Yukine.

Perhaps that part of it was a dream. I made a mental note to research later on the names.

I saw movement from the corner of my eye which made me look over. My mom had lifted her head from her chair. When she saw that I was awake, she burst into tears and hugged me tightly. "Oh, (Y/n)!" She cried out.

I looked down at her while she cried against my chest.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" She cried then looked up at me with red puffy eyes. "(Y/n), you keep doing this to me. Why? I want to be told on more than just a note!" She yelled and held up the note I had written for her. "And where did you get all that money?" She asked.

I looked down. "Mom... please I don't want to talk about this right now. My head hurts," I said to her.

She sighed and got up. "I'm going to go and get you some breakfast. I'll be back," she said.

I watched her go then turned my head to look out the window. The floor we were on was pritty high up. To think... how crazy is it that I've died and come back. Or... was I only passed out?

A moment later, my phone dinged which was beside the bed on an end table next to my folded clothes. I reached my arm over to grab it and looked at who had texted me.

It was Ryu.

Ryu at 7:34 AM: Hey, why aren't you at school again? I know things got a little heated with us yesterday. I'm really sorry for everything, I'm just really worried about you. Call me when you can please.

I sighed softly, knowing now that I had a few bonds to mend with people at school. I decided then to text him back.

You at 10:57 AM: Hey, sorry, I had a little incident last night and I'm at the hospital now. Please don't worry I'll call and explain when I get home later tonight.

I sighed yet again and set my phone back down. I knew I was in a whole world of stress now. Doctors would be asking why, my mom would be on a constant watch, after all, something almost similar happened a short time ago, minus the hospital visit. She'd probably make me take anti-depressants.

At school, the people I used to call friends all hate me. If I end up having to explain the money I stole, she'll make me face whatever consequences there are.

I rolled myself over onto my stomach and pulled the pillow over my head. I wish I would have died. I wish my mother wouldn't have found me so I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore.

I started to tear up a little. I'd been going through so much for so long and I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't even end it for whatever reason.