(A/N: PLEASE READ THIS OR YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND! Okay, any italics is Kyon's crazy voice talking to him. Unless it's part of another sentence.

Rule: Normal sentence= Kyon's thoughts

Normal sentence + italics word= Kyon emphasizing a word

Italic sentence= Kyon's voice that talks to him

(Italic sentence inside parenthasis)= Kyon just being his good 'ol weird self

Sorry if that is hard to understand. It's called "Kyon's Alter Mental State" after all, so might as well make him crazy :)

Chapter 4: My Hectic Life

I woke up the next morning with a smiley face in mine.

At least it wasn't Koizumi.

It was just my little sister.

She yelled in my ear, hugging me as hard as she could. But I didn't like her as much as I like Asahina-san. So I pushed her off me with no hesitation.

My parents (bet that's the first time you've ever heard me say that statement, huh) said the typical things a parent would say in this situation: "What happened?" "Are you well?" "We're so sorry!" The list can go on forever really.

And after all my explaining, I finally went home.

The man who shot me was deemed crazy, and was sent to jail. He aparently snuck out of a courthouse (ooh, I wonder what he was doing there...), and has now been proven guilty. But I was much too tired to worry about him. It's not like weirder hasn't happened to me.

I guess when I was asleep in the hospital they gave me stitches, because I had a neatly placed, yet nasty looking scar diagonally down my chest where the bullet went through my skin.

It was obviously going to stay there a long time.

During the summer, I started experiencing blackouts, hallucinations, and short-term memory loss (wait, what was I talking about) all due to the medication perscribed to me to make the pain in my chest, and throbing headaches go away.

But I'm starting to think that maybe the headaches are from a certain someone. *hint hint, nudge nudge*

Lately, I've also been talking to myself. Not like a normal person. More like as if I'm having conversations with myself. I have a feeling I'm going crazy. But it may be just another side-effect of my meds.

And to top it all off, the worst thing that I ever thought could happen to me, happened. Besides getting shot, of course. Asahina gave me a phone call telling me how much she enjoyed our date in the park, and I had no recollection of any so-called date.

Maybe Haruhi made her make up that fantasy just to mess with me, but she sounded really serious, so all I can hope is that the swelling in my chest will go away soon. This medication is killing me. Ironic, right.

There's the voice... again.

Anyways, before I knew it school started, and I was back as a normal highschool boy.

Well, as normal as a highschool boy can be knowing an alien, time-traveler, esper, and a god.

During the first month of school I only had to go to the nurses office four times- three because I passed out, and one because I thought a ninja-pirate from space was going to kill me with an orange.

That was histaricallhistaricalhistairical. How the fuck do you spell that?

SHUT UP!

Great.

Now I'm fighting with my subconcious, and it's going off into tangents about spelling histairical histarical historical. Hey, how do you spell that?

Can we go back to reality for a second. So where was I, right! The ninja-pirate from space that was going to kill me with an orange.

Haruhi took my strange outburst as an oppurtunity to say that a ghost possessed my brain, and that's why I was the only one able to see said ninja-pirate... I don't even remember how I got her to stop believing that (probably the memory-loss taking over).

Sure, my teachers didn't like me leaving all the time, and Haruhi definitley didn't like me going to the doctor's office after school, ditching the SOS Brigade. But it's not like I could help it.

You take a bullet to the heart, Haruhi!

But, I couldn't help but be a little annoyed that Haruhi didn't thank me for technically taking a bullet for her, but the sadder thing was her new topic of interest.

And trust me, one little bullet was nothing compared to what was going to happen to me Thursday, September 15, about 3:00 in the clubroom.

I'm sooooo sorry I haven't uploaded in so long. I'd like to say I have an excuse, but I'm really just lazy.