So this chapter is an emotional roller coaster. I have no regrets.
Also warnings for heavy cursing in this chapter. ESPECIALLY from Linda.
I HOPE YOU ENJOY! ~Bazooka Universe

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When I woke up for the first time, Penlin was the only one in the room.

"Oh my gosh!" He exclaimed. "You're awake! Well, you already did wake up out of your coma but- ah whatever."

I sat up, well, tried to sit up, feeling my ribs scream in protest.

"Oh um, there's a panel on your right side that will raise your bed if you want."

I used my fingers to find the previously mentioned panel, raising myself into a sitting position.

"Th-Thank you." I croaked, my throat dry.

Penlin smiled, a bit of hope in his eyes. "Do you...remember me? At all?"

My thoughts were cloudy but… "Y-yes..You're...Penlin?"

His face lit up in happiness. "Yeah! You got it!" His smile made the room seem brighter.

He explained everything to me. Turns out I was asleep for a total of three weeks. I didn't really remember much, considering I was in a coma. But I did remember weird bits and pieces. Like how Frisk's singing brought me back, or when Linda tried to... I even remembered bits about Penlin and his nurses. But it was like it was all covered with a weird fog.

Penlin nervously picked at his shirt, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I..um, made a drawing of you. I usually draw a lots of people, like...I even did a drawing of Frisk but...I wanted to show you," He pulled out his sketchpad, and flipped through a few pages before finding one and showing it to me.

It was...well, it was me obviously. I was lying in the hospital room, presumably when I was in a coma, if the dark circles and skeleton-like look was anything to go by. I looked strangely otherworldly, like I was an angel. The lighting and everything made the scene seem so real, like I could seemingly enter the page.

"Its…" I felt speechless.

"I know, I messed up a bit on the hands, they are still hard for me sometimes," He scratched the back of his head, obviously looking very self-conscious. "If you don't like it I can always-"

"It's stunning." I commented., shutting Penlin up.

He gave a small smile. "Its nothing, I just love to draw."

"T-thanks so much Penlin…" I said, voice still a bit weak. "Not just for the drawing, either."

The smile he gave me will remain in my memory forever.

I stayed in my hospital bed for a while, and after the news was out that I was awake, I got tons of visitors.

Frisk was obviously ecstatic to see me. As soon as they saw me, the immediately pulled me into a hug.

"Heya Frisk. Heard you were missing me." I said with a smile.

Frisk buried their face into my shoulder. "Thanks for waking up."

I blushed. "It was nothing. You brought me out of it after all."

Toriel, who was visiting with Frisk, gave me a smile as we pulled out of the hug. "I am just so elated that you woke up! You should've seen Frisk when they came to tell us, they were so excited, they talked so fast that I could barely understand them!"

I smiled. "I'm just happy this whole thing is over."

Just then, Sans opened the door to my hospital room with someone who looked strangely familiar.

A man made of fire was right behind Sans. No, literally, he was on fire. His head and arms seemed to be made of pure fire. He was wearing a white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, with a vest over it. He wore a pair of black pants and slacks. The only way I could tell he even had eyes were a pair of square glasses on his face.

Sans' face lit up when he saw me sitting up. "(y/n)!" He cheered, coming closer to the bed. "You're awake!"

I rolled my eyes, but had a smile on my face. "Well, duh."

Sans chuckled. "Nice. Anyway (y/n), this," He gestured to the fire dude. "Is Grillby. He is the dude who helped find you and take you to the hospital."

Suddenly I remembered that cold night in the woods, and the sudden warmth I felt out of nowhere. "Oh!" I gasped, memories hitting me. "Jeez, I thought I was just hallucinating you!"

Grillby chuckled, though it sounded strange with his raspy voice. "Well, you were half-dead. I'm surprised you remember me at all."

I smiled. "Thank you so much for saving my life. If it weren't for you, I would probably be dead."

When my Dad came, he was crying.

He was hugging me non-stop, sobbing and crying about how he should have protected me better. I let him cry himself out, assuring him over and over that it wasn't his fault, that it was over now, and that everything would be okay.

When he did stop crying, he was basically interrogating me.

"What happened? Why did Linda crash the car? Did she hurt you? Did she say anything to hurt you? If she did, she is going to p-"

"Jeez Dad, calm down!" I exclaimed, putting my hands up. "It was...we had an argument."

I proceeded to tell him everything, and by everything, I mean everything. Every evil thing Linda's done to me when he wasn't looking, even about the abuse she used to give me. By the end of it he was about ready to punch Linda's lights out.

"She's getting arrested, that's for sure." He stormed out of his seat and was across the room in three strides.

"Dad-" I said, stopping him as he was about to leave.

"Yes?"

"I...I love you."

The smile he gave me was one of the most genuine smiles I had ever seen him give. I swore I even saw tears in his eyes before turning away. "Yeah, I love you too (y/n)."

When he left, Penlin turned to me. "Did she really do all that stuff to you?"

I nodded, turning away from him. "Yeah."

He huffed. "She really needs to die. Like, right now."

His remark startled a laugh out of me, and I felt much much better.

A few other people came and went. A couple kids from school came in and even apologized for bullying me. Which I did appreciate, but I don't think I would be able to forgive them just yet.

The only thing I didn't really like was the boredom. Because of the cast on my leg, I was bedridden. It was exceedingly awkward trying to move with the cast on anyway. So all I had for entertainment was an old Tv and Penlin. But whenever we watched Tv, Penlin always provided funny commentary, so boredom never got that bad.

Overall, it felt like the wounds Linda left were starting to heal, if slowly.

When I next woke up, I found myself in a car. Linda's car, to be exact.

A weird smell hit me as soon as I woke up. It smelled strange and acidic, but for the life of me I couldn't place the smell. It was oddly familiar, but for some reason I couldn't remember from where I smelled it.

"What…?" I mumbled, trying to lift my head. I was spread out in the backseat, my cast propped up by a few blankets we kept in the backseat. "Where…?"

"Shut up." I heard Linda bark from the driver's seat. She was frantically looking behind her as she drove, obviously panicked with two hands firmly griped on the steering wheel.

"Linda?" I shouted, trying to sit up. My ribs flared in pain, but that was the last thing on my mind. "What are you...Where are you taking me?"

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." She hissed, eyes on the road. The stoplight ahead of her shone a bright red, but Linda showed no signs of stopping. She ran the red light, causing many cars to honk at her.

I rose my eyebrows in surprise. She usually was a law abiding citizen, but she did have serious road rage.

"What are you doing? Why am I not at the hospital?"

Linda gave a huff of frustration. "You are coming with me, and we are leaving. We are leaving this town, this whole state, hell, maybe even the whole country. You are going to forget that we ever lived here, and we are going to make a new life for ourselves."

"What!?" I exclaimed, swinging my feet down so I sat in an upright position. It hurt like hell, but at least I could see what Linda was doing. "No way!"

"Yes way." Linda said shakily. "You ruined everything. You screwed up my entire relationship, you are going to be the reason for my divorce you little bitch. And I'm probably going to be put in jail because you just didn't listen to me. So we are leaving."

"No! Turn this car around Linda! Right now!"

"NO. You are going to listen to me, you shithead." Suddenly, she pulled out a gun. "I have heard enough out of you." She pointed it behind her in my direction, taking glances at me while also looking at the road.

My eyes widened in true fear. I didn't think she would go this far, even after apparently trying to kill me at the hospital. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Okay...Okay I-I'll shut up n-now" I stuttered out.

"You better," Linda cried. "You're a mistake." She put the gun down, still giving me glances. "We are going someplace better. Someplace so much better. And you'll love it, you disgrace."'

I realized suddenly what I smelled. Alcohol. Linda had been drinking. But she usually only drinks wine… I thought. This smelled like hardcore beer.

"You were always a little piece of shit." She mumbled, seemingly in a trance. "All you did when you were a kid was whine. You cried all the damn time, I was so tempted to just strangle you. I was so happy when you got older, 'cause then I could finally silence your damn screams, and you couldn't tell anybody. When one of the Pta members found out, Helen, she told me she would keep my secret, but I could never hit you again, or she'd tell the cops. So I abided by her rules. I only hit you when you disobeyed me. But that doesn't mean I stopped giving you shit." She recounted, looking at the gun in her hand. "You are such a waste of space, such a failure. If I knew that you would've been like this, I would've aborted you. Such a disappointment."

Her words stung, even though I knew that's what she felt. She was still my mother. Tears came into my eyes but I blinked them away. I couldn't let her make me cry. Not anymore.

"You can't say that to me anymore!" I said, sitting up straighter. "You can't! You've treated me like shit my whole life, and when Frisk finally woke me up I felt more free than I ever had before!"

Linda turned around again, gun in hand. "Shut your mouth you idiot!" She hissed. "It's my right to treat you however I want to, you're mine!" She started to shout louder. "My child! My property! And no matter how hard you try and stay away, try to escape, I'll ALWAYS be there! So shut the FUCK up, and let me watch the damn ro-"

Suddenly, she cut herself off, stopping the car on the side of the highway.

"What-"

"Shhh shut up you little shit!" She hissed. She tilted her head, as if trying to her something.

Sure enough, I heard something as well.

Sirens.

The blue and red lights shined on Linda's face as she became fueled by panic. "SHIT!" She screamed, immediately taking it out of park and flooring it.

I almost fell down as she drove her car as fast as it could go, the blaring of sirens behind us. I was now currently in a POLICE CHASE. My life is so screwed up… I thought blearily. My injuries flared in pain, and I could feel the slashes on my stomach re-opening and bleeding through the bandages. When did my life get this way?

"ShitshitshitshitshitSHIT!" Linda cursed as more police joined the chase, bringing the total to about four cop cars chasing us.

"Give it up Linda!" I yelled, gaining some courage. "You can't escape the state with the cops on your tail!"

"You don't know shit!" She yelled, but I could see the fear in her eyes. She growled "Screw it." And pulled into an exit.

We drove down the exit, cops down our backs. What is she doing? I thought, feeling as if none of this was actually happening. After a while, Linda stopped on the side of the road, took out the gun and yelled. "GET OUT!" so loud that I immediately obeyed her. There was a fire in her eyes, and when I looked in them, I knew she wanted to kill me. I'll never forget that look.

She grabbed me, wrapping her one arm around my neck, and put the gun right on my head. I froze up in fear, hoping beyond hope that Linda wouldn't kill me.

The police had all stopped their cars, creating a weird sort've semicircle around Linda's car. Several officers had guns, pointing them at me and my mom. "Let the child go!" One yelled.

"...Please mom…" I whimpered, but she just jerked the gun into my head.

"I WILL SHOOT!" She yelled, tightening her grip on the weapon.

"Stop! Ma'am put the child down!"

"WHY SHOULD I?" She tightened her grip around my neck. I slowly exhaled, trying loosen her grip around me. "YOU WON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY OTHERWISE!"

"Please, Ma'am no one has to die!" A cop yelled. "We can get you something in exchange for the child, but you have to let them go!"

Linda stood there for a moment, before yelling, "IF I LET THIS PIECE OF SHIT GO, THEN YOU CAN'T CHASE AFTER ME."

One of the police officers, a middle-aged man with a brown mustache, stepped forward. "You cant just-"

"I can do whatever I damn please." She stated, jabbing the gun on my head again. The cold metal stung against my skull. "I have another kid in the car. If I do see one of you chase after me, the kid's dead." She lies.

The police officer nodded. "Alright. Okay. We won't chase after you, if you give us the child." He took a step forward.

Linda huffed. "Fine." She shoved me forward, and I fell on my hands and knees. Immediately the Police offer bent down to help me up.

I turned around to see Linda still pointing a gun at me. She did it for as long as she could before sprinting to the driver's seat and speeding off.

"Chief? Do we just..let her go?"

"Hold on," Says the mustachio'd officer, who was apparently the Police chief. He bent down and helped me up. I stood on one my shaky legs, feeling off balance from the cast. "Did she actually have another kid in the car?"

I shook my head. I couldn't trust my voice not to shake if I answered allowed.

The chief turned around. "Give her hell." Several officers nodded and got into their cars. "Someone call the hospital. This kid's bleeding through their shirt." The chief helps me limp over to the officers.

"What's your name, Kid?" He asks

"(y-y/n)" I choke out, my voice uneven and weak.

"Okay (y/n), I need you to answer a few questions." He sits me down in a police cruiser, the door open. He kneels in front of me, getting to my eye level. "Did you know that lady?"

I nodded solemnly, nervously rubbing my shoulders.

"Yeah. She was my mother."
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POLICE CHASES. i have written a freaken POLICE CHASE in my story. When did my life go so wrong.
Also, Linda is a bit more murder hungry because well...she's drunk. And desperate. All her worst impulses are coming out. So that's why she seems a little crazy.
PLUS some insight into Reader-chan's dark past! They were abused for a LONG time before they found Frisk so expect some...issues leaking through. (especially in the sequel.)
Also, sorry if it seems a bit disjointed, I wrote this in sections. I wrote like the end first and then went around filling in shit that needed to be. It is a little long and fast paced because of it and I'm not too happy with it but it will have to do.
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Stick around for more! ~Bazooka Universe