Me: *Looks at your choices* …You're all dead…
Translation (according to google): девочка- girlie
"Ahhh!" you screamed, sandwiching yourself between Ivan and Romana, your eyes squeezed shut. You had no idea what had gotten into you; you'd never go on a suicide mission! You braced yourself for the cold, wooden ruler to hit you senselessly. However, it never came.
"Open your eyes, девочка~"
Cautiously, you peeked at the Russian with one open eye, not even realizing your hands were in pathetically in front of you. The tall man just stared at you, smiling, with his violet eyes glowing malevolently. His fingers were clenched around the ruler, but the ruler was splattered with blood. You didn't want to know whether it was Romana's or his own.
No, you thought coldly, His blood would be black…
Deep, purple aura began to swirl around him, but his eyes never flickered to anyone but you. His smile, which was now slightly twitching, looked cracked. A flood of possibilities washed your mind; you could see him killing you with that ruler, jabbing your body happily. Perhaps he could choke you with his bare hands, listening greedily for you to beg. He could just beat you senselessly, and leave you there, hurting so bad that you wished he had killed you.
"Open both eyes, silly!" he chimed. "I want to make sure you can see me squish your tiny little body until it's broken. And then~ you can watch little Romana scream for help, just like you will~!"
SMACK!
"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol. . ."
The world turned black. . .
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You woke up in a hospital bed, with bright lights in your tired eyes, every muscle in your body aching. The room smelled like sickly bitter medicine, and you crinkled your nose. Practically everything was white, from the fake white roses that sat in a white vase to the white floor that touched the white walls. The nightstand at your side was also white, just like the bed sheets. There were no windows in the room, which made you slightly depressed. Your vision was blurry, but slowly your eyes adjusted to the new area.
What had happened? You didn't know. All you remembered was that Ivan . . . the ruler. . . Oh, you couldn't think straight. Where had he hit you? Tenderly, you reached your hand to touch yourself, testing to see which place it hurt the most. All of your muscles ached, and all of your skin was tattooed with black and blue. Your head was bandaged the most though, and you were scared to know what he had exactly done to you.
Your thoughts slowly drifted to Romana. Where was she? Did she get hurt? Or did she just run away like a coward, leaving you fall victim to Ivan's wrath?
No one came. Seconds passed, minutes passed, and even hours passed, and still, not even a doctor or a nurse, came to get you. Soon, you didn't even care whether or not people came to see you. You teetered between consciousness and unconsciousness, images of Antonio flashing in your head. Did he miss you? It broke your heart to think that he didn't care.
"(Name)? (Name) (Last Name)?" an unfamiliar voice called.
"Yes. . . ?" you answered hoarsely, not realizing until now that you sounded so weak. And parched. And hungry. And pretty much every other painful thing a person has to go through when they've been stuck in a hospital, sleeping.
A man, dressed in a white lab coat, sauntered into the room, holding a plastic white clipboard. He scribbled some notes onto it, but you weren't really paying attention. Was there any besides white? Seriously.
"Ah, yes, well, you certainly got a bit racked up now! Now, sweetie," he said very slowly, addressing you as if you were a child, "all you need is this one little shot, and everything will be fine."
"Could I go home?" you asked in feeble hope.
The doctor laughed.
"No, no," he said, smiling a fake smile. "You still need to heal up. After all, (Name), you can't be walking around school with a serious head injury like that!"
Your eyes casted down at the white floor sadly. How you hated hospitals. They always seemed to keep you in longer than you need to. Why couldn't you go?
Unconsciousness or sleep (you couldn't really tell the difference anymore) took you under its wing, letting you drift away from reality. It was nice because it was almost like a dream. You memories of Antonio melted together with your fantasies with him, and you enjoyed every moment of it.
"(Name)?" you would hear Antonio's voice call for you as you walked through the empty halls of (School's Name).
You flipped around, only to see the familiar green-eyes Spaniard running towards you, a goofy smile on his face. You smiled back, seeing how perfect it was. He took his hands between your head, playing with your (h/c) hair.
"I love you, (Name)!" he chimed, his nose now touching yours.
"I love you, too—"
Reality woke you up. Like before, you were in the hospital bed, surrounded by white things. There was a soft knock on the door, but whoever it was just opened it anyway.
"(Name)? Oh, (Name)!" a voice cried hysterically, a figure that you just couldn't make out rushing towards you.
"Mom?" you murmured, blinking your eyes a few times before realizing what was happening.
"Oh, (Name)! I should have sent you to that good school, where the kids don't try to kill you with rulers!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
"Mom, I'm fine. . ." you lied. If you were fine, then you wouldn't have to be here, in a hospital bed!
"No, no!" she said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "You won't be attending (School's Name) anymore. I can't trust the staff after this happened to you! You're going to go to Millwater School instead. You'll be safe there, I promise!"
And just like that, your world came tumbling down.
You didn't see your mom or the white room. Black engulfed you, making you slowly slink away from the real world into nothing. You just felt like you were falling.
You were falling.
Falling. . .
Falling. . .
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What will you do? Will you stand up to your own mother? Or will you just go ahead and leave?
Note: You will STILL be in touch with Antonio if you leave.
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