❥Day 18.
Barely any interaction with my teammates.
The Losers are a strange team.
Some cling onto friends.
Others stay alone.
I've always been wanting to join this team. It was always so lively. So perfect.
Of course, until I joined.
I've been so naive. I knew well we weren't on good terms, but we always could have made up.
Guess not.
TW: Abuse and gore(?)
"SHUT UP!" He screamed as I was slammed against a wall, a piece of me already torn off.
I didn't say anything. I knew what I said was bad, but I shouldn't have had to apologize.
I grabbed a yoyleberry from a basket and shoved it into his mouth, turning him to metal. An advantage. I kicked him away from me, able to walk again. There were still bruises and blood dripping from my head. My mouth hurt like hell too.
I was too busy adjusting my jaw to realize he was coming back at me. I wasn't instantly killed, he was metal.
I was screwed. There was no way to go. I tried screaming for help, but no sound came out of my mouth. Regardless, She walked in.
F̵̧̣̻̞̮͆͐͗̿̔̋͒̾̔͜i̵̱̪̻͕͐͐̓̈́̔̈́̄̉͘͝ṛ̷̬̗̪̻̫̬̇̄͐̍̆ȅ̵̱͖̱̱͇̤̦̙̊y̵̳͒̎̽͂͐̇̐̉͒̕.̵̧̺͓͗͊̄̅"̵̢͉͇̺͚̆̃̃͝ The girl spoke. "What are you doing?" He looked away
While he was distracted. I pulled his unoccupied hand, swung him across the room violently, and let go. He hit a wall, creating a large dent in it. I had enough.
Another person walked in, seeming to be wearing blue. My eyesight was too blurry. He gasped and ran back, probably to get help. The red girl followed, screaming a name.
Shit.
They only saw me beating him up. I backed away and ran before anyone else could have seen it. Speeding out the back door.
That incident wasn't too long ago. My wounds hadn't been treated, as I haven't been back into the house. Not after that.
I want my old team back.
I want BEEP back.
I felt helpful.
I felt proud.
I felt happy.
I felt...
In control.
