Chapter 7: Desperate Times Call For Desperate Masures

December tenth. Three days after I nearly died - again - and made up my mind. I want to wake up. But, how to do that, is where I'm stuck. I've tried to fall asleep and see if I'd wake up in my body, but I just end up laying on the floor, wide awake, with my eyes closed for hours. So now, I'm stuck pacing from the door to the window trying to figure out a way to wake up.

It was a Friday and Izu-tan hasn't come back since Wednesday. It's gut wrenching and frustrating, but understandable. Knowing him, he probably thinks that he nearly killed me, though he doesn't understand how he did. And in a way yes, he nearly did, but it was without ill intent, so all is forgiven.

That is besides the point. I'm trying to wake up. That is the point.

Heaving a sigh, I walk over to my body and on the bed besides it. Staring at my face, I take in the details. Pale, sickly skin. Long silvery grey hair a greasy mess. Eyes closed, long lashes resting against cheeks. Breathing mask covering a thin nose and cracked and pale lips.

While there were many scars on my body from the accident, barely were visible. Only a few of the biggest ones on my chest and back were a visible pale pink. The same color as my lips. The doctors here were really good and managed to heal my body really well, so it should only be weak from lack of movement when I wake up. With physical therapy, I should be back up and running in a month.

Scratching the back of my head in annoyance, I look at the door as the nurse comes in and checks my vital, before changing my IV bag. She paused and looked sadly down at me. She cups the top side of my face, her thumb stroking under my eye, in soft, loving brushes.

Then she looked directly at me - the spirit me. And I know she saw me, by the gleam in her dark brown eyes. "It's time you woke up Kontaru - there are people who need you." Then her other hand was on my spirit shoulder and I felt like I was being drawn into her dark depths, unable to look away. I blink and suddenly I'm surrounded by darkness.

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This is equal parts weird and terrifying. I was standing in completely dark room. I have no idea where the walls are, despite walking in only one direction for what feels like hours. I stop and look down at my hands - which is another weird thing, I can see myself, but nothing else - they were trembling. Clenching them tightly, I stuff my fist in my pockets and carry on going through the darkness.

I have no idea what I was looking for, maybe a door. But all things considering a door could either mean life or death. So maybe not. There might be a back hatch that I could sneak out of. Probably not. Also don't judge, I'm terrified and trying to keep a level head. Who wouldn't in this situation?

A memory of Kazu-tan, with that cocky smile of his, flashed before me and I sigh. I think he would be more pissed off then scared if he were here. Not that he would ever get in position like this. He's to... he's to himself. Sighing in aggravation, I look down at my bare feet. I wiggle my toes and take a deep breath. When I look up, I see me!

Taking a step back in shock, before taking a step closer. Because it's me - four year old me, before quirks mattered. I can tell by the care free look in my wide iron eyes. They're so full of life that it makes me angered. Just thinking about the crappy life I got dealt to deal with.

"Hello." Little Me greeted from where he stood a couple meters away. He wasn't smiling, though I smiled all the time when I was little. In fact he wore no expression, he just watched me with wide eyes. His voice was emotionless too. That was very unnerving.

"Hello." I greet back to Little Me. Which is so freaky. I'm talking to a younger version of me, inside, probably, my head. How did I get here again. Oh right that midnight shift nurse.

"What are you doing her mister?" Little Me asks in the emotionless tone, it raises goose flesh all over my skin.

"I'm hoping to find a way to wake up." I answer honestly, because who knows. Maybe Little Me may be able to help. I don't know, but its worth a try.

"Wake up? What do you mean?" He inquires, head tilted in confusion. Fidgeting in annoyance and unease, I walk up to Little Me and crouch in front of him.

"I was in a bad accident and fell asleep. I've been asleep for a long time and need to wake up. But I don't know how. Can you help me?" Little Me stares at me with curious eyes, head tilted in thought. Thinking about it for a moment, before stretching out a hand.

"I can, but there's something you need to do for me first." He explains. That curiously innocent look in his bright, iron eyes, never wavering. So after a deep breath, I take his hand. Instantly the room is flooded with white, after a moment, my eyes readjust and look at Little Me. But it was the thing behind him that caught my eye.

It was a massive door with ritual-like circles and writing on it. It was a dark white with dark lines burned into it. The door wasn't connected to anything, it just stood there, standing on its own.

I look back at Little Me, that look never changed. "What do you want me to do?" I ask, hesitant, because somehow it involved that big ass door. And its a little freaky.

"I need you to get my quirk." I give Little Me a double take. He wasn't curious, he was serious. Hold up. He wants me to get his quirk - its probably behind that big fucking door. "I can't reach it and it's scary in there." He turns and points to the door. Yea, no shit, it's scary in there.

Oh God; I'm going to do. Aren't I? Damn. But desperate times, desperate measures. I need to wake up and if this is the only way to do, then what choice do I have... Not going to answer that.

"Okay. Umm... What does it look like?" I ask as I stand up, his hand in mine as we walk up to the door. Little Me doesn't answer, instead he lets go of my hand and walks up to it and knocks three times on it, before scurrying behind me. Peeking out from behind my legs.

Drawing in a silent breath I watch as it splits perfectly down the middle and swing inwards. Do you know have creepy that it?! Like super fucking creepy. A shiver runs through me and my little hairs stand on end.

"Hey, what does your quirk... look... like?" Trailing off as I look down. I no longer see Little Me. He disappeared, just like he appeared. Into thing air. Running a hand through my hair I sigh in resignment. "Fuck it." I breath and walk into whatever the hell I'm walking into. All I know is that it's dark and becoming darker as I watch the doors close behind me.

Once they seal shut I feel the regret sink in. "The hell did I do?"