No One Cares || Danti ✔️

9.

I've been watching Stranger Things for the past four hours. I guess I woke up around two in the morning and that's why the sun is finally coming out. Standing, I stretch my arms and legs. I walk into the kitchen to make myself coffee. My body needs to wake up.

I sip it, tasting the bitterness land on my tongue. Taking my cup in hand, I walk to the back door, sliding it open and sitting on the steps.

I stare at the sunrise, thinking to myself. Everything is so jumbled up lately. So many different emotions... my anxiety is getting worse. It hasn't even been 3 full days since Die. Why am I so weak?

"Top of the morning to ya, Anti," Seán giggles, sitting next to me.

"Morning, coffee bean man," I sigh.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing," I lie, sitting back a little.

"You become a worse liar every time I see you. What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" He questions, a small pout pulling onto his lips.

"Yeah, but that's not the problem. Well, a little bit. Last night, when I woke up, I was bleeding everywhere. When I went back into the room, there was no sign of any blood and when I went back into the bathroom, my shirt and old bandage had no blood on it..." I pinch the bridge of my nose, a headache starting to come.

"You said you were bleeding everywhere?"

"Well, not everywhere. It was dripping down my stomach because that's where my wound is."

"Wound? What wound?" He asks.

Dark told him about the acid, yet he didn't tell him about the knife.

"When Dark showed up to bring me back home, Die impaled me with a knife and sorta... dragged it down my stomach."

"What the fuck?" Seán said, obviously infuriated.

I lift my shirt, the bandage covering the long wound.

"Dark stitched it up when we got out of there... it was a long night."

Jack breathes in calmly, "I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close.

"I'm so sorry, baby brother..."

"Seán, it's okay-"

"It's not okay. You could've been killed..."

"But I wasn't. I'm fine."

He continues to hold me until he finally stood up and said he was going to go get some coffee.

-

"Goodbye, my Swedish meatball. I'll miss you," Jack fake cries, hugging him tightly.

"I'll miss you too, green Pewdiepie," Felix responds, a light smile on his face.

Felix hugs everyone goodbye, including me.

"If you need to talk to someone, don't think twice about calling me. I understand how you feel, remember that. Bye, Anti," he lets go and waves to us as he got into the Uber.

Dark slung his arm over my shoulder, "are you okay? You look tired."

"I'm fine. Woke up at two and I've been awake since then."

"Another nightmare?" He asks.

"Yeah..." I trail off, having a flashback of the dream.

"Come on, let's go for a walk."

•How was this?•