Your Natural Hatred

Chapter 13

sorry but I decided to keep this as a short story so it won't be as long as usual

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I groaned as I looked around and saw I was in a hospital room. What happened? I remember finding out my reason for being here and then a car came out me.

"Holy shit," I muttered as I cried. "I did it, I'm back."

"Back where?" Mikey asked. "You got hit by a fucking car, dumbass."

I looked over and saw his blond hair, my stomach dropping. I was wrong, I wasn't back.

"Don't listen to him," my mom said. "Come on, we get to take you home today."

The doctor came in and checked on me before allowing me to go, stating that I only had a sprained wrist. Which now meant that both of my wrists were in braces. I cried on the way home, staring out the window at the dark night. We got home and I saw bags packed in foyer.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Frank was kicked out, he's moving in with us for the rest of senior year," Mikey said. "Apparently you were yelling about how you were his boyfriend or something and his dad heard and kicked him out. Took him out of the will and everything."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Probably upstairs in my room," Mikey said.

I ran up the stairs and threw open the door to see him sitting on an air mattress with his back to me.

"Frankie, baby, I'm so sorry," I said.

"You ruined my life," Frank whispered.

"I'm sorry," I repeated. "Let me make it up to you, I can take you out to dinner or something."

Frank stood up and turned around, making me suck in a breath. One of his eyes was swollen shut and the other simply turned purple. His lip was swollen and there were cuts and bruises all over his face.

"My life was perfect before you started talking to me," he said. "Now just go back to whatever dimension you're from or whatever you say and just never talk to me again."

My lip quivered as I looked at him.

"I-I'm sorry," I whispered.

I backed up and went to my bedroom, crying as I laid down on the bed. I fucked it up and didn't even get the lesson correct. I thought I learned my lesson and the universe was going to bring me back to my own reality but it didn't and I was left here with two sprained wrists. I grabbed a bottle of liquor from under my bed, drinking away my pain.

How could I have been so stupid and careless? Just because I came into this world from being hit by a car, doesn't mean I'm going to be taken out the same way. And there was nothing in the universe telling me that I had finally cracked the case and was able to be sent home. I just assumed that when I shouldn't have and just fucked up my life all over again.

When did I become such a fuck up? Have I always been like this? Clearly if my old life got messed up and this life got fucked up then there's a common factor. That factor is me. I'm the one constantly fucking shit up. I just need to learn to be fucking normal for once, to do normal shit. Maybe if I were more normal then everything wouldn't have turned to such shit so fucking fast.

Maybe I misunderstood things, maybe Ray did the research wrong. Maybe I wasn't supposed to learn some life lesson and make amends with Frank. Maybe I wasn't supposed to change and give myself a makeover. Maybe I was just supposed to wear my pastel sweaters and be the good person and date Lindsey. Maybe then everything would turn out like it was supposed to and I would gradually get Frank over time. Maybe I rushed everything and that's what ruined it.