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"Okumura!" I jumped awake as the voice pierced through the darkness. My eyes opened and I was staring up at the plain ceiling. I blinked in confusion, before hearing a sigh of relief at my side. I looked over, seeing Bon. I growled and pushed up on my arms slightly to get in a sitting up position. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I was just checking up on you, chill." He grumbled. I opened my mouth to spit out a reply, but didn't get the chance when he continued, "Anyway, are you okay? You were crying out in your sleep."
So I did have nightmares then. At least I couldn't remember them…
"I'm fine." I snapped. "Fuck off!"
"Oh my god...why are you so against people trying to help you?!" Bon snapped back.
"You're the one who-"
"I know what I did! But for fuck's sake, people make mistakes! Can't you just accept the fucking apology?!" He interrupted.
"If I do will you leave me alone?" I asked angrily.
No! Of course not you fucking idiot!" He practically yelled.
"Why not?!" The anger and yelling was starting to make my stomach hurt, but I didn't care.
He grabbed me by the collar of the hospital gown, "You tried to kill yourself Rin! Why would I leave you alone after that?! Why did...why did you try to…?" The anger disappeared from his form and he let go, sitting back in a chair.
"What's it to you?" I spat out before giving myself any time to think.
He rubbed his temples and stood up. "I don't want to argue with you anymore." He reached into his pocket and pulled out what I realized was my knife and put it on the table. "If that's really what you want, I won't try to help you anymore. You can be alone." He turned and left the room without another word. I looked to the floor, not sure how to feel.
"I'm so stupid." I whispered to myself and put my head in my hands. I should be happy right? I pushed him away, he left just like I wanted him to. I had wanted him to leave me alone right? That had been why I was so rude, always snapping at him right?
No. It's not that I wanted to be alone, I just didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want to take the risk of someone become important to me and then just throwing me away like I was nothing. Not again. I couldn't handle it happening again. Even if I did forgive Bon, tried to be friends again, I would just fuck it up. That's all I ever did, was fuck things up. I wasn't good at anything else. I heard it so many times, how couldn't it be true? I was just a useless, worthless screw up who couldn't do anything right.
Maybe I was just meant to be alone.
Maybe people wouldn't get hurt because of me if I kept to myself.
But then why was I still here? I didn't have a future, I'd rather be dead, so why couldn't life just let me go? I wasn't even supposed to exist!
My gaze wandered over to the table, landing on my knife. A shape behind it caught my attention. My phone. For a moment I wondered if I should text Bon...ask him to come back, give him a chance.
Ask him to give me a chance I didn't deserve.
I bit my lip, not knowing what to think. I longed for the silence I had had the night before, were my thoughts were tranquil. I let out a pained breath and reached out for my knife, but paused with my hand above it. I felt guilt crawling over my skin, thinking about both Bon and Yukio. I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts and picked up the knife anyway. I slowly pulled the weapon out of its sheathe and layed the sheathe back on the table. I looked at the sheathe for a long moment before laying my arm down. I placed the knife over it before pausing. If a nurse came in I would have no way to hide it. Then I'd be in even deeper shit, have to deal with more people and…wait. Why didn't I just leave? I would heal just fine on my own and then I wouldn't have to deal with people. I put the knife on the table and slowly sat up, the pain in my stomach not as bad as yesterday. I swung my legs over the side of the bed before cautiously putting some weight onto them. At first my stomach protested as I stretched the wounded muscle, but little by little I was able to get on my feet. I heard footsteps by my door and froze, hoping it wasn't a nurse coming to check up on me. I let out a sigh of relief as the footsteps traveled past my door. Wait, how the hell was I going to break out of a hospital in the first place? I couldn't just walk out in a fucking hospital gown and be expected to walk out the front door no problems. Hell, if I tried stepping out of my room wearing just a hospital gown I'd probably be stopped. Well...what floor was I on? I slowly walked over to the window and pulled it open before looking down. It looked like I was about five stories up...not what I'd prefer, but I could probably make the jump with no major injuries.
Perks of being a freak.
Now then, I was not going to walk around in a hospital gown, no way. I walked through the room and started going through drawers, hoping one of them would store some decent clothing. I saw a drawer titled 'emergency supplies' and reached down, pulling it open. There was a variety of things but all I paid attention to were the clothes next to the blankets and sheets. I quickly pulled some out, seeing some sweatpants and a simple white shirt. No underwear, damn. Oh well, it's better than this hospital gown. Knowing the nurses would most likely being coming in soon, I quickly pulled the gown off and pulled the clothes on, being careful not to reopen my slowly healing injury. I walked over to the nightstand, picking my phone and knife up and shoving them into the sweatpant's pockets. The objects weighed down the already a bit too big pants and they started to slip down. I grumbled and pulled them back up, looking around for something I could use as a belt. Finally I just ripped off a strip of fabric from the bed sheet. I used it to wrap it around the sweatpants waistline and tightly secure my pants. Then I walked over to the window and pulled it open, looking back at the ground. The air felt a bit chilly from up here, but it would probably be warmer closer to the ground. I sat down on the window shelf and let my legs hand over the edge. I looked down at the ground, feeling a bit of hesitation and a twinge of fear. I heard the door stiffen and I froze. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the nurse from earlier standing on the doorway, her eyes wide. My tail curled closer to me, now I couldn't back out.
"Rin?! What are you doing?!" Her voice was shocked and worried. "Get down from there!"
"Okay." I agreed, that was the plan anyway, to get down from here. My definition was different from hers though, obviously from the scream that left her lips as I pushed myself off the window sill into the outside air. For a few seconds I was falling. I tried to position myself to fall correctly, but it looks easier in the movies than real life. I ended up crashing into the ground painfully, the impact gnarring my bones. I felt pain flare in my torso and gritted my teeth. After a few minutes after the pain in my body died down I forced myself to my feet. I didn't have time to be cautious about my injury, with her walking in they were bound to be running out of the hospital soon to find me. I looked around at the town I was in, not recognizing any of the area. I went and just took off in a random direction, ignoring the warm blood running down my stomach and soaking into the soft fabric of the sweatpants. After I got a few good blocks away from the hospital I slowed down, panting as I tried to catch my breath. I pressed my hand against my bleeding wound as I walked, my tail remaining close to the ground. I looked around the dark town, lit only by street lamps. I wondered how late it was and pulled out my phone with my other hand. The time read 11:45pm. I slipped my phone back into my pocket, wondering what I should do now. I wasn't going back, that was for sure. No point in staying somewhere you're not wanted. Someone a few feet ahead of me stepped into my path, causing me to come to a halt.
"Well hey there, kid." The figure, a male judging by his voice walked into the light. He was pretty tall, and big too. Damn, he was big. He towered over me, looking to be around six foot something. His clothes were baggy, and his arms were littered with tattoos. His hair was jet black, hanging down to almost his shoulders. His eyes were a light, piercing green. I heard footsteps behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see another guy come to a stop behind me and shooting me a smirk. He was dressed in a bunch of leather and looked a bit younger than the other guy, but he was still taller than me. He had chestnut brown hair that was short, and his eyes were hazel.
I suddenly got a bad feeling in my gut when I saw the third guy walk up, blonde with a dark eyes.
"What's a cutie like you doing out in a town like this by yourself?" The first guy asked slyly. I felt absolutely revolted at being called 'cute', and even more by the thought of what these guys might be out to do.
I bared my teeth at the guy, "Fuck off."
"You look even cuter when you're mad." He said, unfazed by the snarl as he stepped towards me. I stepped back and glanced around looking for a escape route. Before I could shoot back a retort I felt a hand clasp over my mouth along with a rag and an arm snake around my waist. The rag had a strange scent and I held my breath to not breathe it in. I was pulled back and up against something. I kicked my heel back into the guy's shin, trying to throw him off me. Instead he tightened his grip around my mouth, his nails digging into my skin. He fingers fingered the bloodied fabric of my shirt before pressing hard into the stab wound. A gasp of pain slipped past my lips, muffled by his hand. I felt my legs grow weak and my weight leaned back against the older man. The action caused me to breathe in the strange aroma.Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!' I thought with a bit of panic. "Ooh, this one's a fighter Terrece." The male holding me said with a playful tone. I slammed my elbow back into his side. He let out a growl of irritation and forced me down to my knees. I felt my body grow weaker every second the rag was pressed against my face. "We're gonna have fun tonight." I struggled against him as the other two walked over, looking down at me. The older, Terrece, kneeled down infront of me.
"Move your hand Jue, I want a good look at our new toy's face." The words sent a disgusting feeling to rake my insides, and I felt like I wanted to throw up. I tried to summon my flames, but whatever was on the rag must've messed something up. There wasn't even a spark. Jue removed the rag and his hand, instead grabbing my arms and twisting them around to pin painfully behind my back. Terrece caught my chin in between his fingers and tilted my head to the side, his gazing observing every detail of my face. His thumb moved to run back and forth across my cheek. When he thumb ran over my lip I quickly opened and my mouth and bit down on it, digging my fang into the skin until it scraped against bone. Satisfaction stirred in me as I heard his cry of pain. His gaze transformed into fury and he tried to yank his thumb out of my mouth. I let out a dark growl and just tightened my grip. Suddenly I felt hands grab roughly at my tail and yank; the next thing I knew white spots were dancing in my vision and my nervous system was on fire. I heard a scream, I think it was mine? After the pain died down Terrece landed a hard blow across my face, causing my cheek to sting and my fang to cut open the inside of my mouth. A line of blood ran down my chin and I raised my head to glare darkly into his eyes.
"Terrece, this guy's got demon blood." A voice I hadn't heard yet, who must've been the third person, spoke up. I felt him lift my tail up higher and it twitched and wiggled in his grasp, thrashing to escape. He tightened his grip and I felt my body stiffen.
"Yes, I could tell from his ears and fangs already." Terrece looked thoughtful. "After we waste him there's a few places I know that'll offer some high prices for him." As he looked back at me his gaze turned angry and he slapped me again. When my glare sharpened his hand made contact again. I wouldn't give in to this guy, I wasn't going down without a fight. A few hits later my head was hanging and I was letting out small pants, all my energy almost drained. The next moment I was being dragged to my feet and dragged into an alleyway only to be tossed roughly to the floor. My head banged against the concrete and everything exploded into white from the pain. I grabbed my head with a curse and curled in on myself slightly. Terrece knelt down over me and grabbed my hair tightly, forcing my head back. An icy fear ran through my veins as I found I had no energy to fight back, that my limbs weren't responding to me. I should have never left the hospital. I don't want this to happen. I don't need rape topped above everything else I was struggling with, and I didn't want to be sold as some whore. "You want my fingers in your mouth so badly?" He sneered, "Then you'll get it." He shoved his filthy fingers into my mouth and I gagged as he pressed them down against my tongue and poked against my throat. Tears formed in my eyes from the gag reflex and I tried to force myself to bite down on him, but my body simply refused to follow my commands. I heard his voice distantly as despair and fear and disgust whirled around inside me. I felt the hands of one of the other guy's hands, I didn't know which, I didn't care, pulling at my clothes. I felt the warm fabric of my pants pull down to my knees, a snide remake being made at my lack of underwear. My eyes closed as I fought with all my willpower to force my body to move, to stop them. Why was this happening?! Did God really hate me this much? I felt something snap inside of me and the tears ran down my cheeks as I let out a muffled sob. I felt my body begin to shake with fear, my tail curling around my leg. All I could see in my head was Bon, and now I wanted him more than ever. I wished I never pushed him away, I wished we were back at the hospital were I was safe. 'Please…someone…anyone…'
'Help me!'