Sparrows -A Krii7y fanfiction

Ah, Young Love. See Karen, I Told You it Was Real(23)

Smitty P.O.V

"Your arm." He said quietly.

"Huh?"

"You have glass poking out of it in all directions, and it is bleeding badly." He stepped back and picked up my arm. "You seem to be moving it well now. I noticed you using it more as you talked, seeing as you are holding it in a fist behind your back." I closed my eyes and brought out my hand. I gagged looking at it. "If you don't like the sight or the smell then why did you give yourself all those scratches?" He pointed at my face.

"How did you know I don't like the smell of blood?" I questioned, as he began to pick out larger pieces of glass from my fingers.

"Well, I guess now is the best time to tell you my story while we wait for the others." He sighed. I bit my lip as he yanked a sliver from my thumb. "Just focus on what I'm saying, and the pain will go away." I nodded and he continued with his story. "I was the only person to walk on these grounds willingly. I didn't have a home life and everyone at school bullied me, so I pretended to go insane. I had heard about this mental facility that seemed to take the patients and treat them with respect. Basically, a retirement home for the mentally unstable. That night I called the police and told them I would kill everything within a mile radius of me. I gave them my address and when they showed up I had stripped and laid in my bathtub laughing. I had a knife propped on the sink with blood from my wrist on it." He stopped to pour some water on my hand before starting again. "The police arrested me and the judge sent me here. When I expected a sanctuary to stay in, I was met with experiments and breaking games that would slowly sink me into real insanity. That was until I met them." He looked towards the door. "Three, two...one."

There was a knock at the door. Ohm picked the last of my glass and I cringed.

"Looks like I'll continue at another time." He whispered, walking slowly to the door and opening it. As soon as the squeaky metal was cracked the door flung the rest of the way open and in came this muscly man with a huge smile on his face. On his left eye was an X shaped scar.

"Ohmie!" He shouted squeezing Ohm tightly. I perked up an eyebrow as the once serious man who had been awfully quiet before, was filled with giggles and smirks. In behind those two walked three guys who all gave suspicious glances in my direction. The door closed and one of them decided to speak up.

"Hey Ohm. Who's that over there?" The guy spoke in a child like voice. He had a man bun and was the shortest of the group. He was only slightly bigger around than Ohm. The man standing next to him had on headphones, he wore a green shirt that said pancakes in big letters.

The one I was most worried about walked forward. He was maybe an inch taller than me, with developed muscles running down his arms. On his face was a hockey mask. All I could see was these huge icy blue eyes, and a stern aura coming from his body.

I did not like him.

The worst part was no wings were on any of their backs. NONE. What the fuck? What is going on?

"Guys, this is..." Ohm stopped. "Oh, I never asked what his name was." I turned towards him in a defensive way. "It's okay, they won't hurt you." Ohm told me, getting released from the man that was holding him.

"I'm not worried about them hurting me." I grumbled, putting a hand over John. "And my name is Smitty." Ohm sighed.

"Can they at least take a look, Smitty? I want them to see him." Ohm pleaded. I rubbed John's shoulder.

"They won't take him away from me?" I glared across the room.

"Of course not. Just flip him over and let them see his face." The other people in the room stared confused at Ohm. I gulped and reached over to John's side, pulling him towards me to face the men.

"Oh my god." I heard a gasp.

"Is that old John?" The guy next to Ohm asked. Ohm nodded and approached me. The others behind him tried to follow but I flung myself in front of John.

"Don't get any closer." I warned.

"Smitty calm down, this is who I told you about. That's Cartoonz." He pointed to the one with the X on his eye. "This is Nogla." He gestured to the man with a pancake shirt on. "The guy next to him is Lui." Lui was the only one to give me a friendly smile with a wave. "And the extremely scary looking one is Delirious."

"I'm not that damn scary." He argued.

"Bro, he is literally trembling looking at you." Lui threw in, this time in a normal voice. "Maybe if you smiled more..."

"Shut up." Delirious answered. "I do smile. The mask is just in the way." Ohm rolled his eyes.

"Can we just focus on the fact that John is back?" Cartoonz added. Ohm gave a grateful glance to him bringing back the subject.

"Yeah this is hella weird." Nogla retorted, ignoring me and walking straight over to John. He poked his back and I saw John's body tense. I grabbed Nogla by the arm and flung him away. He landed in the arms of Lui, who gave me an angry glare.

"Woah guys, no need to get physical." Ohm said loudly to catch everyone's attention. "Smitty, John is going to be okay."

"No he's not! And it is all my fault that he isn't okay!" I shouted. The room went silent.

"She's manipulating you." Delirious whispered.

"What?"

"She is manipulating you." He said louder. Delirious looked down, his hockey mask exposing a strap held to the back of his black hair. "Do you care about him?" I nodded my head yes vigorously.

"He's all I have." I breathed.

"Then you have to learn to let go. She is going to use everything against you and if he is all you have...then you're in a hell of a lot of trouble." He stepped closer to me and I let him. Somehow, I didn't feel scared anymore, just intrigued. "One thing she is not afraid to do is kill someone. If you show any weakness towards him then you better hope you can save yourself." Ohm coughed loudly.

"Come on Del, let's not scare him." Delirious backed down, lifting his head and shifting his posture to show a more laid back individual.

"Fine. I was just trying to warn him about her." He stuck his hands in his blue hoodies pocket.

"So, Smitty was it?" Lui asked.

"Yeah."

"What's your number?"

"Huh?" Lui gave me a pitiful look.

"Your number, like the one you were given when you got here?" I gave him a confused glance. I was never assigned a number. I guess his mom called me...thirteen?

"He's thirteen." A soft voice came from the bed. I turned to see John opening his eyes. I gave a deep breath as he sat up with a grimace. "Ow." He rubbed the back of his neck and turned to me with a smile. It dropped when he saw me. He immediately jumped off the bed and inspected my face. "Smit are you okay? What happened?" I backed up slightly.

"It's nothing..." I said softly. He furrowed his eyebrows, oblivious to the other people giving us stares in the room.

"What do you mean 'it's nothing'? You have fresh bruises and cuts all over your face. What the fuck ran over your hand?" He lifted it lightly and watched a trickle of blood drip into my shirt. Ohm coughed lightly. John turned around. His eyes went wide as he saw the people in front of him. He grabbed my shoulder and moved us both around to face away from the group. "How long was I out?"

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Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooof. Yall better be expecting some serious gayness in the next few chapters. Cause when u have a group of people...why not make it gay as hell<3

-ARS