Paranoid

A Year Ago Today, pt 2

~Apparently I can't make a story without a certain somebody doing a certain something, so...
Warning! Attempted suicide!~

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He slowly blinked his eyes open, groaning in pain. Something happened... but what?

He sat up and looked around. He was in what seemed to be a small makeshift hospital. A woman in a gray hoodie ran up to him.

"Oh, good, you're awake. We weren't sure if you'd make it. Thank Hylia."
"What happened?"
"You don't- oh, you poor thing. You poor, poor, thing."
He studied the person, confused. "What's going on? What happened? Who are you? Where am I?"
"I'm Purah. This is an emergency camp that was set up after the Yiga attack. You've been out for about two weeks."
"A week? What happened?"
"Well, we found you in a pile of burning wood. I'm not sure how you lasted so long. You were unconcious, with third degree burns all over your body. It was absolutely horrifying. Oh, and... your eye is a little messed up. You were by far the worst injured person out of all the survivors."
"Oh."

Now he remembered. He wished he didn't. He really, really wished he didn't.

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It had been a week since he had woken up. He was currently sifting through the rubble of his house. It had been tricky to find it, since he could barely tell where he was in relation to anything else, since nearly everything had been destroyed.

He hated being here, but he couldn't bear to let go of anything. He wanted to find as much as he could, if anything at all.

Eventually, he came across two photos. Seeing them made him break down sobbing.
A picture of him and his family, and a picture of him and his friends.
He couldn't look at either, but he knew he had to keep them. He couldn't just let everyone go. He had to keep them with him.

He sat there for a good two hours, kneeling in the wreckage of his home, crying.

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Wild gripped his bedsheets tight, staring straight ahead. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't wipe them away.

There was a knock on the door.
"Hey, Wild? You up yet?"
He didn't answer.
The door opened up, and Twilight stepped in. Shit. He had forgotten to lock the door last night.

"Wi- Oh, dear Hylia. Um... Is something wrong?"
He didn't answer. He just stared right past Twilight, at the wall.
"Wild. Earth to Wild. Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

He looked down and wiped his face on the blanket. "I... it's nothing, really. Nothing at all." He laughed a little. It sounded awfully strained, but maybe it was just him. "It's just... well..."
"Does it have anything to do with the Yiga attack last year?"

Wild laughed loudly. "Ha!" He smiled at Twilight, but the smile quickly morphed into a frown, and he pulled his legs close to his body and buried his face into them. He nodded, sobbing and hugging his legs.

He heard footsteps coming closer and felt a hand on his back.
"I'm... sorry. I can't imagine what it must have been like to be there and experience it. It must have been absolutely terrifying."
Wild nodded. "It was."
"I... I won't make you tell me about it."
"Thanks."

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It was a while later, and Twilight and Wild had gone downstairs. Wild was sitting in the kitchen on one of the stools. Wind kept trying to talk to him and get him to do something, but he barely noticed.

"Hey! Wild! Let's go play outside! C'mon!"
Wind pulled on his arm, but but he just shook the boy away.

"Wind, leave him alone. He obviously doesn't want to do anything right now."
"Aw. Why? He had to want to do something," Wind protested. Still, he walked over to Time, who was the one telling him to leave Wild alone. He was sitting at the table, talking to Twilight.

Wind sat down with them and asked, "So what's up with Wild today? He's being really boring."
Twilight looked over at Wild and realized that he hadn't moved at all for a good hour. He looked back at Wind and said, "Remember how Legend told you about the Yiga attack the other day?"
Wind nodded. "And?"
"Wild's upset about that."
"Oh. Why?"
Twilight just looked at Wind. Then, he finally said, "I'm not entirely sure what happened, but he was definitely affected by it. I think that might be what his scars are from."
"Oh. But wasn't that last year? He should just get over it."

Wind stood up again and skipped over to Wild. He then said, "Hey Wild. Twilight told me that you're sad about the yoga thing. Why? What happened? Cuz I think you should just stop being sad about it. I mean, it couldn't have been that bad. It's not like somebody died." Wind laughed at his little joke. "Anyway, whatever happened, Hylia must have done it on purpose."

Wild tensed up and a moment later, he slowly turned around and stared at Wind.
Wind practically jumped out of his skin when he saw Wild's face.

One of his eyes was... messed up. It was hard to describe. It was cloudy and the color was duller than the other.

"Do you think death is a joke, you sick bastard? I watched my mother and sister get shot to death. And it's just a silly little joke to you. Ha! If only I could still make jokes about that. But I can't. I've watched a mother with her child get shot to death for no damn reason other than for the hell of it! And Hylia doesn't exist. Either that, or she hates my guts. But I understand why. I'm a terrible person, aren't I? Threatening kids with guns. Hell, I'm as bad as those Yiga men. Hmf. Welp. I'll get what I deserve."

Wild slid off the stool and calmly walked up the stairs. He came back holding his gun and went outside. Through the window, they saw that he went behind a hedge.

Time stood up and audibly cursed. "Oh fuck. Oh, dear Hylia. Please tell me he isn't about to do what I think he is."

Then, there was a gunshot, and Wild fell out from behind the large bush. There was blood seeping onto the ground, coming from just below his shoulder. Time ran outside as quickly as he could, Twilight following closely behind.