Author's Note: This chapter is about Yang, also in song fic format with the song being I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. Starting these collections of stories off with Three Day Grace aren't I? Rated T
It was another normal night after clearing Grimm out of a secluded area. Team RWBY crashed in their dorm after taking showers and eating a big meal because they skipped lunch. Soon every member of the team was fast asleep, except for Yang. Her eyes were still lilac, but had a red tint, They slowly turned more and more red as she thought about her mother.
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
She sighed, fists clenching and unclenching in anger. She let a small grunt, feeling frustrated that once again, she couldn't sleep due to the one person she had never met. "Yang. Shut. Up." A voice was heard over the quiet of the room. A lazy pillow was thrown from her sister's bed, hitting Blake instead of her.
"Ruby… No…" Blake mumbled sleepily, trying to throw the pillow back but it only fell off the bed, landing not even a foot away.
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
That was a complete lie. Even if she had never known her mother, she still missed her as much as she missed Summer. The only difference is that Summer felt like an actual mother. And Summer didn't leave intentionally. Yang's mother had a choice.
Only when I stop to think about it
Why did I have to think about this now?!
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
She hated her mother for leaving her. For just throwing her daughter away. But deep down, she truly loved her. She hoped that her mother had a good reason.
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Damnit! Why do I always have to miss you?! Why can't I just live my life and accept that you left? Why do you do this to me?! Yang screamed in her head. Her vision was becoming enveloped in a red haze, her anger taking the better of her.
Only when I stop to think about it
Do you like doing this to me?! She grabbed the corners of her pillow and curled it around her head, squeezing her eyes shut.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
It's not fair! I keep telling myself that I hate you but why do I keep looking for you?! Yang angrily swung her feet up then back down, propelling her upper body into a sitting position. It made noise, the bed creaked and the sheets ruffled, but she didn't care. Yang threw her feet over the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump then quickly left the room, not feeling up for one of Weiss' lectures about letting them sleep.
Only when I stop to think about you,
I know
Only when you stop to think about me,
do you know?
She made her way down the halls and to the gym. The lights were off and everything was quiet, but that's how Yang wanted it. She found the switch quickly and flipped it on, shielding her eyes from the sudden light. She stomped her way to the punching bags and she hoisted one up and practically threw it on the chain.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?
She pounded her fists on the sack of sand until it broke, then she just tossed another up and beat that one too. This wasn't helping her vent her anger; it only fueled it. Before long, her eyes started to well up with tears, the red haze vanishing until her eyes turned to lilac again.
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
She threw another punch, but it only made a small sound, the punching bag barely swayed in the air. She clenched her teeth and placed her forehead against the leather, tears falling freely. Yang fell to her knees, her hands useless. "Damnit."
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?