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XXIX - C A R E S S!

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TW- PROFANITY/ALCOHOL ABUSE/BLOOD

WC- 1930
(in need of editing)

--(Y/N) POV---

Three months ago from now, my mind would be like a serving of spaghetti. A complete utter mess, but delicious. I was in denial without even knowing it, but I was also having the time of my life. The toxicity of an abnormal amount of alcohol could do levels to my brain. I just never knew about it until now.

Right now, I hold myself to a sitting position with the palms of my hand, so I can view the person that just saved my life. I was breathing fast and rapid breaths, purely out of shock. Though my body is intoxicated with the heavy influence of alcohol, I was still able to realize that I had just been saved.

But also, I needed to get out of here. Or I would be next.

I quickly push off of my palms and decide to inspect the person who saved me. But now I wish I'd rather not. Now I wish I had booked it to the woods and hoped to forget all of this.

His chest was littered with glass shards, tearing though his green hoodie. Fuck this green bitch. Without me, he could die! This could be an ultimate poggers moment. Yet again, he had saved my life once. The masquerade...

Though my life value was at an atl (no, not Atlanta), I still owed him. Hell, I owed him my life. God damnit! If I didn't want his ghost to haunt me for the rest of my life, I would have to save him.

I stood with a slight wobble in my step, seeking the nearby kitchen table for help. "Look at what you've done! This is all your fault, you bitch!" Schlatt's words were venomous and hurtful. The words were aimed to hurt like an arrow in the chest. He was right about that, but I still wasn't going to let his words get to my head. I already let it happen once. "First you set my kitchen on fire and now you've practically killed a man!"

I blinked at him with no emotion. I was even impressed that I could hold a tough act through my drunken mind. My feet slowly began to back away from the enraged alcoholic. He was dangerous like this. He was always dangerous. The amount of power I let him hold over me was unnoticeable until now. How could I be so naive?

Was it denial? Was I grieving the betrayal? He knew about my dread somehow. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

None of this was my fault. It was all him.

I let the man inch towards me. Not today, not ever would I let myself lose to a fight again. I was right about my past. The people always saw me as a ruthless murderer, but I saved more lives than the ones I had stolen. And I never lost...

There was a truth to my actions, which I was never able to figure.

One loss changed me. For the better or for the worse; I couldn't tell. "I truly enjoyed my stay here Schlatt, but..." I pause quickly looking behind me. My hands find their way around an object behind me. "I hope you have some Ibuprofen cus' this is gonna hurt like a bitch."

And in less than a second, he falls to the floor, unconscious. I toss the pan I had just used out of my hand and Rush over to the bleeding male that lies on the floor, gripping his chest.

Kitchen cloth, alcohol, and tongs. That'll do for now but I'll have to be quick. "Stay awake for me, please." I say as I begin to pull out some shards of glass from the hoodie, with the fucking tongs. I've never heard of using tongs to save someones life, but it'll have to come in clutch, or I'll have another life in my hands. And a ghost...