Dusk
I stare in shock at my reflection. The right side of my face has a huge, dark bruise which stings like hell. That's going to take a while to go down. There's a cut right next to my left eye- it's fairly deep and swollen but it's stopped bleeding at least. My throat has purple bruises around it- it hurts to swollow and I don't even want to know how much it'll hurt to talk... not that there's anyone to talk to. My hair is a matted, knotted mess from tossing and turning trying to figure out which side hurt less and pulling at it like I do when stressed.
My phone rings again and I ignore it. Everyone has been trying to call since I ran out but I don't want to talk. If I do they might be able to convince me to come back and then I'll just be putting them in danger. Maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk but as of now I'm just being a burden. There's a few things my dad was right about when I was growing up: I make a mess of everything I do and everyone is better off without me around.
I glance at my phone- 42 texts, 31 missd calls and 12 voicemails. I'll admit they're persistent, I just don't get why they don't hate me for putting them in danger especially wuth Nova and Summer around.
I frown at a thought. I hope Raphael isn't beating himself up over this. It's not his fault about what happened. It's mine and I really, really, hope that he realizes that.
Raph
"This us all my fault!" I exclaim, frustrated as the phone again goes to voicemail. "Dusk left when there are clearly people trying to kill him because I can't seem to tell the difference between reality and not reality!"
"Nu, not yur fault," Nova says, toddling over with his teddy.
"Do you even know why I'm blaming myself?" I ask.
"Nu but yur my daddy and I wuv you. So no be sad. Do yu want cuddle? Cuddle make me happier," he replies, cuddling Teddy. It's flawed logic but it does somewhat cheer me up.
"Want a cookie?" I ask him.
"Yeth pwease," he says.
I try to phone again. Nothing.
"I want Dusk!" Summer complains, stomping her foot. "He left without saywing 'bye bye." Nova doesn't say anything but nods, sucking his thumb. Aaaand just like that my good mood is gone again.
"Any luck?" Garrett asks. He and Twilight and Fizzlepop are the only ones who haven't tried to call as they don't have phones.
"No," I mutter, tiredly. I got no sleep last night as I couldn't get the image of Dusk nearly dead because of me out my head. "He's going to hate me. I tried to kill him. Because of me he might not ever trust anyone again..."
"I could go to his flat and talk to him?" Garrett offers. "It might not work but it's harder to ignore people in person..."
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Powerless to One's Past
FanfictionDusk's life had finally began to fit together. Finally Sombra was imprisoned in a book with no escape unless someone released him and he was finally beginning to realise his freedom from his father along with self worth. The Storm King is dead and t...
