Cover art by me.
When you moved to Los Santos, you knew about the dangers of the part you moved to. But rent was cheap, work was everywhere and since your aunt died, you were on your own again.
Moving back to Los Santos was probably the best I could...
I entered the bathroom, turning on the sink quickly as I put my bleeding palm under it, washing away the dark liquid. I got some toilet paper and tried to stop the bleeding with it, of course unsuccessful, and slowly slid down the wall next to the sink. Why did this need to happen? "I'm so fucking stupid" I spoke softly to myself.
"You're not stupid" I didn't open my eyes, but I still heard who it was. It was Delirious. "Go away" I mumbled. "No" I opened my eyes, filled with anger, melancholy hidden behind it. I looked at the stupid hockey masked man in front of me, he was holding a first aid kit. "I said go away" I said once more, this time louder, and more determined. But he just shook his head. That man has some goddamn nerve. I was about to speak again but Delirious didn't give me the chance, since he sat down in front of me, taking my wounded hand in his. I tried to push him away, but he stayed put, making me sigh. His beautiful eyes looked sad, almost depressed. He removed the wet toilet paper I had wrapped around it, and threw it on the ground behind him, not looking at where it lands. He then starts cleaning the wound, making me hiss in the pain it provided. He broke his eye contact with my hand and looked me in the eyes, and I looked back.
I swear to god I know this guy.
"I'm sorry for not warning about the pain, I thought it would be better if I didn't" He focussed on the wound again and started to wrap it around, so it would stop the bleeding. I look at his eyes some more. Those ocean blue, beautifully bright eyes. The eyes I remember by heart, yet I can't fit the total picture together. "Delirious" I started, making him look up once more, holding the bandage in his hand, and stopped rolling it for a second. "Hm?"
I didn't say something for a second, before I spoke up once again. "Who are you" I questioned, but it sounded more like a demand. He just looked at me, staring in my (e/c) eyes. But he returned to my wound, finishing the bandage. "Delirious, answer me"
He looked at me once more, and another silence fell over us. He still didn't answer. "Deli-" I started, but got cut off by him. "I don't know what you mean, I'm Delirious. You just said who I am" He stood up but I stopped him with my left hand, gripping his blue sweater tight. He turned around trying to remove himself from my grip, but I didn't let go. Is he telling the truth? Am I just going crazy? He noticed my glazy eyes and that my thoughts distracted me, giving him a chance to remove my hand from his sweater. "I'm sorry I just.." I took a deep breathe in, while looking at the ground. "I just can't shake this feeling.. You're eyes are so.. so familiarly pretty" I whispered. I placed my hands in front of my face, feeling a sharp pain in my right hand by doing so, but I ignored it.
Delirious just looked at me, not saying a single word. I looked back up at him and suddenly it hit me. "Ocean blue eyes" I whispered. I soft chuckle escaped my voice. "I'm so sorry, you just remind me of this best friend I used to have" I twirled my hair a bit, looking at the ground lost in thought once again. "He's gone now though, I guess I just see him in you because I really miss him." I followed, shaking my head. "I'm getting delusional" another small chuckle left my lips, and I rubbed my eyes a bit. I felt my sight getting a bit blurry, and I threw the back of my head against the wall with a loud thud. Delirious was still just watching me, I probably sound really weird now. "Sorry for sounding like a lunatic-"
Without warning Delirious fell down on his knees in front of me, leaned in and gave me a hug. A warm, tight hug. I couldn't help but notice the fact that his cologne smells amazing, even that reminded of Jonathan. I really do miss him still, even after those 4 long years. I didn't want to let go of him, not now, not ever. I just want to stay here, right here, with Delirious. This crazy, mysterious masked man. Because I feel safe with him, I can't explain why. I just do. "Thank you" I whispered, and he nodded in the hug. We stayed like that for a while, before finally letting go of eachother. I looked down at my hands, and I felt Delirious' eyes burn on my face. I looked at him from underneath my lashes, and smiled. "Oh and thanks for fixing my hand" my voice still soft yet I was regaining my power.
"No problem" he stood up and offered his hand to help me stand up. I didn't want to be rude so I took it, and the both of us left the cell, walking back upstairs. I tried to get mentally ready for the questions I'll be getting. Sure enough when we went back upstairs Moo, Nogla and Mini ran up to me asking if I was okay, and what happened. I just smiled at them. "Just a stupid flashback, sorry. I'm okay"
They all frowned at this, and I noticed Delirious tensed up a bit. "Well as long as yer okay now!" Nogla said, and gave me a big hug making me giggle softly. "Did Delirious bandage that wound well?" Moo said, carefully grabbing my hand and I just rolled my eyes at his worrying. "I'm not dying, and yeah he did, don't worry" Moo nodded and offered me a warm smile. "Delirious, Mini, Terroriser, Moo and Nogla. Heist room. Now" A voice shouts behind us, and I recognise it as Vanoss' voice.
They all nodded and followed their leader, leaving me in the living room, alone. I sighed and sat down on the couch, laying down looking at my bandaged hand. I closed my eyes, and soon enough I fell asleep on the soft furniture, still exhausted from all the events that had happened in this relatively short amount of time.
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