It's not your fault

Getting away

-Gon POV-

I let out a loud high pitched screech and subconsciously dug my nails into the large wound. I scratched into the deep cut. Dead amounts of flesh, blood, and other stuff spewed into the bathtub. I gagged, covering my mouth to prevent throwing up. I shuddered as I took another scratch at the cut. After a few more painful scrapes I reached a cleanish patch of skin. The cut was about 2x deeper. It oozed into the water I was still submerge in. I shot out of the now blood clouded water. I threw on a pair of slightly damaged clothes and hobbled about my house, bored out of my mind.

I heard footsteps behind me, and then felt my hair being grabbed. "Awww look at my pretty little daughter." I let out a sigh and nodded my head. He pulled me to the couch and slammed me down. I quickly lost my breath and gasped. He had something in his hand, I quickly realized what it was; a knife. He threw it down by my stomach and I darted out of the way.

I flipped off the couch, landing uncomfortably on my arm. I winced and yelped. My dad stood behind me and slowly stepped towards me. I screamed and stood up, backing towards the wall. I ended up in a corner, big mistake. He put stomped on my foot with his, making me let out a screech and fall to my knees. He pulled out a familiar looking razor blade. He pushed it against my back and slashed a shallow cut into the already damaged flesh.

I choked out screams and cries while trying to wildly thrash my way out of his grip. I hit with a strong punch to my head which made my vision blur and ears ring. I started an effort to crawl away and made it to my doorway. I stood the bare minimum and hobbled down the stairs into my room.

I shakily picked up my phone while my vision became even more distorted. I was barely able to type out one message to Killua when I blacked out. Blood pooled around my body from my injuries as I could faintly hear the ring of my phone. It became quieter and quieter as I faded farther away from consciousness. Somehow this time it felt even more peaceful.

Like I wanted to fall asleep and never get up. I hung my head and let out quick short breaths. I couldn't take in as much air as I needed. Only a small amount of panic ran through my body though. This was ok. My phone rang again. Killua again. I tried reaching out for the phone but couldn't move do to my heavy and pained arms. I went completely out of consciousness. Laying on the floor in a puddle of my own blood. Pale and cold to the touch. Barely surviving. My eyes were dull as life drained from them.

I woke up a few hours later. I didn't want to wake up. I thought every ounce of life had drained from me. But I was wrong. Why do I have to endure this. You know what I won't. I'll run away again. And I'll make it this time. To safety. To Killua, kurapika, and Leorio. To the people who want me. I'll do it tonight. And I'll make it to them no matter what.    

I started gathering my stuff. I didn't have much to take that wasn't blood stained or destroyed. I didn't have shoes anymore. They were tattered and 3 sizes to small for me. I threw the small light bag over my shoulder and opened the jammed small window to the basement. I easily squeezed my frail and delicate body through the opening and sprinted. My legs couldn't carry me fast for that far before my injuries caught up, my breathing hitched as spurts of heavy pain shot through my nerves.

My sprinting turned to a slow limp. I have to make it. My head became heavier and my feet started dragging. I'm barely there. The sun had dimmed down. My destination was about 6 blocks away. I had traveled about 2. I suddenly felt a little bit of determination and strength climb my system as I brought my speed back to a sprint. By the time I lost that strength I was on the 4th block. I pulled through the 5 and felt dizzy and lightheaded. I'm so close. I'm going to fail again aren't I?

I shuddered thinking about the pain that would be inflicted across my body. Harsh reality set in. I would most likely be killed. I'm too damaged to get through anything Else. I felt splitting pain of my infection burst, blood spilled down my leg onto the floor beneath me. I could see Leorios house.

My head started spinning Worse then ever. I coughed until my throat felt raw. I could feel myself dying. I need to get there. I hobbled on my wobbly legs in a unstraight pattern. The world around me started blurring out as I pushes my exhausted body over it's limits.

Just a little longer. I looked ahead as the distance between me and safety seemed to stretch. I coughed again, only this time something wet spattered onto my hand . I was almost there. At least I hope, I keep promising myself that. 

Footsteps clicked on the floor behind me. Whoever was approaching fast. I shakily yelped and picked up speed. The person behind me dropped a few things and their speed also picked up. They called my name. They sounded familiar. But my ringing ears couldn't identify the voice.

My legs gave out and I skidded on the hard floor. My knees were torn apart and bloody from the rough fall. I got up and stumbled closer to my destination. I finally started tipping backwards as I passed out. The person behind me was quick to catch me. I couldn't identify the strong and hard grip on me. I knew it was most likely my dad. But I had a small flame of hope about it being Killua.

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I can only hope.

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Istfg the comments I'm getting are funny as shit-

Keep up the humor

Laugh the pain away guys.