Chapter 28- Pieces
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A/N: You know what I own.
:3 IWasBettedToChangeMyNameSoIDid... (Awesome name XD) I put up the forum I made earlier... pwease wook? *adorable Miku Neko Face*
Enjoy.
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It was a number of days after that I began to see that nightmarish premonition again. I always woke up terrifyed, out of breath, before crumbling back into the bed and crying.
Piko, at Miku's request and donation, was now sleeping in a separate room. Kaito had been making perverted jokes about Piko and I as a couple, so she decided that she'd heard enough. After bloodying Kaito's nose again, she took Piko out to get bedsheets and a matress, but not a box spring or a frame, as I was giving them to him.
One night after a rerun of the nightmare, I'd fallen off the bed and nearly broke my ankle because I'd been laying weirdly. I still sprained it, but it was alright now.
Things healed quickly, it seemed.
As I stared, crying, at my ceiling, I shut my eyes and shuddered as the memory came up again. A fresh wave of tears overlapped the crusting ones.
Maybe they took more time to heal on the inside.
Then, I hugged myself and buried my face in my pillow.
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It was the same routine. Get breakfast, get dressed, go on a silent walk. Then, we'd meet up with Miku and Rin, the latter seeming more comfortable with all of us after we'd left my place. Maybe it was her dream, I don't know.
We'd talk a little with them, wear ourselves out, then go back to our place and sit on my little couch silently for a moment, before talking about random things. These talks relaxed me, made my mind forget my nighttime visions and focus on the fact of freedom.
We'd lay on the couch, Piko holding me, before it turned to about ten, then we'd turn in and shut off the lights.
Like a schedule that was burned into our minds.
We were more silent, generally. I liked to watch Miku and Kaito more than any T.V. program, and Rin was becoming more audacious by the day. She even wore- surprisingly- a clown's outfit to a very fancy restruant, making nearly everyone choke on their food and take pictures of the clown in pretty outfits- which Rin managed to pull off perfectly.
It was more of the calmer stuff now.
Maybe we'd get to relax a little, rest.
But that's not how the world works.
It was today that the storm was finally hitting.
It was when he was holding me that it happened.
His face paled in the middle of a sentence, and he cut off sharply. It had been something about a cat, I was too drowsy to notice. However, I could feel him shake suddenly, then turn rigid.
I leapt up, whirling around to face him.
His face had turned grey, and he was obviously horrified.
Then, I decided to do something highly stupid.
I reached out and tried to see what was wrong.
Then, I felt a rush of pain, but it didn't paralise me. It was just short of that.
For a moment, every nerve in my body seemed to have died.
Then, they all throbbed in unison, giving me more pain.
I screamed.
Then, all the pain vanished, and Piko was standing above me.
I think I'd passed out.
At least, I think I did.
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It was multiple minutes later that I felt my sense of awareness returning. I braced myself, for more pain.
But none came.
Only a slight cold sense on my shoulders.
Piko's fingers, I realised.
I opened my eyes, and looked at them. They were freezing cold, like they'd been in the freezer.
Then, "You were about to kill yourself."
I look up to see his face, which is flooding with colour, but it's tearstained and pained.
"You were hurt."
"Doesn't matter. I can take care of myself. You can just ask if something goes wrong. I can't."
"But..."
"No. You nearly died. I'll never let you do that again, it just hurt all the worse to see you like that."
I looked down, feeling sleepy.
"Never do that again, please. I don't want to see that again."
"I won't." It was an empty promise, but it was all I was capable of at the moment.
Then, silence.
I felt him gently lift me up, take me to my room. The covers were shifted, then I was set down. I was too weak from the aftershock of the pain to fight sleep, or move. He tucked me in, then turned off my light and shut the door.
I fell into a world of dark, terrible nightmares, of blood and horror.
I woke up a few hours later, screaming and crying.
And still, in this regard, alone.
Like I always will be.
It's always my fault when this happens.
Always.
One day, maybe, I'll have improved a little enough so i don't hurt anyone again.
Then, I fell back into that dark world.
This time, I noticed the tears that fell from his face.
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