Imaginary Friend???

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"Must I repeat?"

Taking a huge gulp and breath, I looked at Lovino's face that is so close to mine and then I swung my leg and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, slipping out of his grasp very quickly and upon standing up, I found myself lifting my middle finger releasing a victory yell.

As he continued to clutch his crotch, he them shot me a glare and shit, the next thing happened was he pulled out a gu— oh, no shit— a pistol!

He pointed it at me and now, I really got to be serious. This is what we now call a life and death situation— urgh just stop!

I stared at him in horror and before he could pull the trigger I found myself jumping out of the glass panes at the kitchen, shattering shards of glasses around and feeling some stick to my skin made me wince and almost scream.

Upon landing on the ground, I chose to continue on and not mind the pain I felt as blood trickled from the multiple wounds I got. Now, I felt panicked. I didn't know.... This whole time... My optimism was the one that kept me calm.

But I felt I'm in danger. Well, even almost an hour ago I am! But I paid no mind to it whatsoever.

My heart pounded in my chest, beating so fast but in the bad way. I clutched my chest but to no avail it did nothing to me.

I decided to stand up now, knowing that if I don't, I'll be damned. I staggered on my tracks, trying to run away from him, from here, or else I'll find myself tied or chained on either
Bedpost or wall.

I was lost. Indeed I am. I didn't know this would be the cause of me running away from Daryl, feeling angered. It's my fault anyway, why should I blame him?

I held on my arm seeing blood spurt from it, a large gash is visible, shards of glasses embedded on it making me cringe both in pain and disgust.

Walking still, I wasn't aware of where I was, bleeding here and there and scarred. In the middle of halting in my tracks, looking at my right, my heart skipped a beat seeing a vehicle too close to me.

I was taken aback, even my breath held, shutting my eyes closed and waiting for my dear end....

But then...

I never have faced it.

Fluttering my eyes open, I was awe-le dumb-struck seeing a familiar face, striking sky blue eyes looking into mine.

I opened my mouth to speak but no utter word came out. Looking back at the road, the car passed by already, like the driver didn't even took notice of me.

And turning back to Daryl that held me on my arms, I suddenly felt my eyes become watery. I didn't care if I was to pass through him but I only leaned on him, feeling his presence with me.

He looked at me with so much sympathy and worry, now embracing me. I trembled in fear. "I-i was so scared..." I managed to speak out, clutching his shirt, burying my face on his chest.

I felt him crouch down to face my weeping face. I can't help it, but the expression I'm making now was weird for me. I can't stop it, it's just there... Was I crying?

I am...

"It's okay now... I'm here... I won't leave you..." He said and embraced me tighter. I was confused. If he was just my imaginary friend, why does he feel so real?