Save me from myself

Chapter 3

The moment Dazai had hit the cold water he had lost consciousness.

He was glad because he had heard that drowning wasn't a very pleasant feeling. He basically had fallen asleep and let the water take away his life.

How peaceful.

He didn't expect to be thinking after death though... He thought that he'd just die and nothing else would be left. Of course he wasn't exactly thinking properly because it seemed that his head was extremely cloudy

"I guess I was wrong." he thought to himself keeping his eyes shut tight.

He wondered what he would see when he opened them. He was almost... excited.

He says almost because that feeling of emptiness blocks him from actually feeling excitement of any kind.

Wait...

His emptiness was still with him?

That didn't make any sense.

His mind was starting to be less foggy and with horrifying realization he understood that he wasn't dead at all...

He was alive?

Did Mori manage to find him in the river like he did a year ago?

His mind whirled and he decided that the only way he was going to find out where he was was if he opened his eyes.

Slowly he opened them the light hurting his head. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust and focus but after that he realized that he was in a place he had never been before.

Dazai knew of almost all of the mafia's hideouts and buildings so he was very confused as to where he was.

There was also the fact that this looked like a normal bedroom. Overall it was pretty clean. Everything seemed organized on shelf's and dressers and though there were a few posters taped on the wall it didn't make the room seem to busy at all. Looking over at a chair that was placed next to the bed Dazai noticed a pile of bloody bandages, cotton balls and medical equipment piled together.

Looking down at his arms he saw that someone had changed his bandages. Well at least most of them anyways. Dazai realized that whoever had changed the bandages didn't bother putting the ones covering his eye back on. He didn't mind though, it wasn't like his eye was actually injured in any sort of way. Well it was before but that injury has long since faded.

Bringing himself out of his thoughts he turned his attention to the most pressing issue.

Who saved him? Where was he? And did this person have good intentions?

Knowing Dazai's luck he was preparing for the worse in which whoever saved him was not a very nice person at all.

"Figures. First I fail to kill myself... again and now I'm faced with the possibility of dealing with a serial killer or psychopath." Dazai thinks to himself sourly. Why did the world hate him? All he really wanted was a painless death. Yet these past few days (or weeks depending on how long he was unconscious each time he blacked out) have been filled with both pain and an unfortunate luck of surviving.

What should he do now?

He had a few options. First he could sit tight and wait for whoever 'saved' him to come back in and hope that they weren't a bad person or with the mafia. Second he could try climbing out of the window like at the hospital (he wasn't very fond of this idea because there was no support ledge on the outside wall so he'd basically be jumping from a pretty high height and probably sprain or break his ankle). And lastly he could try to find anything to use as a weapon, hide behind the door and wait for someone to come in so he could attack them. Then he'd be able to interrogate them for information and learn of their intentions.