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The Protagonist Delusion - Chapter Three

 ! tw/cw: abuse, alcohol use, implied death, blood

yall i misread the word count when i checked it on google docs. its 875, not 975 TvT

word count: 875

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I let out a soft sigh, staring down at the ground as I make the long walk back to my home house. I stop by a tree so I can use the leaves to wipe the red off my hands. I definitely wasn't expecting to have to smother some innocent leaves in my friend's blood today, but that's life, isn't it...?

The meeting ended up being cut short after Dark coughed up a bunch of blood and passed out. vic kicked us all out to be able to clean up zir place.

I wish ze didn't.

I wish I didn't have to go back to my the house.

I wish I didn't have to see him.

But wishing doesn't change anything.

I grit my teeth and finish the walk. As I reach the house, I slow down. I stop at the gravestone out front, resting my hand on it. Whisper an apology of sorts. Let a few tears fall on the cold rock. After a few moments, I compose myself and open the door. I immediately notice the broken glass in the doorway. It's green-ish and smooth.

He's drinking again.

I hate it.

I know he's going to get mad at me later, so I pick up every little piece of glass until my hands are torn and bleeding. I hear him shouting at someone in the other room, who I'm guessing is Moss. I make a mental note to apologize to her later and drag myself up the stairs. I open the bathroom door, wincing in pain at the touch, and take out the first aid kit. It takes a few minutes to wrap my hands in gauze and stitch up a particularly bad cut on my right hand. Deep red blood reflects headache-inducing lights. I bite down and get to work, soaking it up with a washcloth and deep-cleaning the whole area.

I've gotten efficient at cleaning the bathroom.

It's where I always end up after he gets mad or drunk or both. I let out a shuddering breath and trace the outline of an old scar on my arm.

I wring out the washcloth one more time. Wipe off the doorknob with my sleeve. Stumble into my room and collapse on my bed.

I'm just so tired.

I suddenly feel myself being woken up by shouting.

I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep.

I tell him I'm coming and stagger awkwardly down the stairs. I still feel a bit weak from today's events. My whole body trembles a bit when I see his face.

"Purple, where the actual fuck have you been?" he asks harshly. I stare down at the floor. "Upstairs," I answer quietly, my voice wavering a bit. "A lot happened with me and my friends today.."

He grabs my arm and yanks me forward. "You look at me when I am talking, you hear me?" he snarls. I blink away tears and quickly nod, looking into his eyes.

"I... Honestly, I don't even care anymore, just get out of my sight," he says with a heavy sigh.

"Okay, but could I-" I'm cut off by a slap to my face. "What. The fuck. Did I say?" I recoil and run, wiping tears out of my eyes. I dart outside and slam the door behind me.

Lay down in the grass.

More of collapsing, to be honest.

Still too exhausted.

Tears streak my face.

My entire body shakes.

Blood is seeping through the bandages on my hands.

My face, my arms, my whole body is covered in watery red.

It's cold and dark and the wind isn't helping.

It feels like hours before I see Moss softly humming as she approaches the house. "Oh, shit, honey..." she says gently after seeing me in the grass. I pull myself up into a sitting position and wipe off my face, smearing the watered-down blood a bit. "I'm an adult, I'm fine," I say, rising to my feet.

Moss gives me a concerned look.

I roll my eyes.

"I'm going for a walk," I mutter. I debate whether flipping Moss off is a good idea, but by the time I come to a conclusion, I'm too far away anyway.

The air is still cold, and the moon is rising in the sky. Usually nobody else is out at this time. That's good. It gives me time to think. This time, though, my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of laughter. I look up. Five people are walking in the middle of the street, talking and laughing the whole way. My lips curl into a snarl. The protagonists. I quicken my pace and just continue on, occasionally stealing glances at them. It's a while before they notice me in return. The Second Coming gives me a look of disgust and motions for the others to follow them over to the side walk on the other side of the road.

I roll my eyes for what feels like the hundredth time today and flip them off and Green returns the favor.

I run the rest of the way back.

I sneak into my room around the back and flop back on my bed. I pull up our group chat and alert the others of what happened.

.★purpleee★.: found the bitches out today T-T

>!D4RKL0RD!<: ...ehm which bitches r we talking abt this time??

~cho: currently unsure if bitch is affectionate or derogatory

.★purpleee★.: IM TALKIN ABT THE PROTAGS

>!D4RKL0RD!<: OH GOD NO

MangoxTango: ugh why are the rats out this late?

xX-notthevictim-Xx: do i have permission to use the box on them? ;)

>!D4RKL0RD!<: YES

.★purpleee★.: please

.★purpleee★.: i beg of u

~cho: yup

MangoxTango: not if i find their house first ;P

I let out a heavy sigh, a small smile on my face.

The protags are going down.

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note: Moss is Navy's girlfriend after Orchid died. i forgot to mention this in the timeline changes, but in this AU, Orchid died, but Navy never left :/