<h4>Ch. 5 Hate</h4>
Oh, God.
Waking up I’m greeted by a head-splitting migraine and protesting eyes.
Well at least now I know what it feels like to be one of the Hangover movies.
My body feels like it is in molasses and drained.
I’m 1 right? I don’t remember drinking.
What happened? Hmm…..
Hm…
Hmmm…..
Neigh rabid, I jerk my hands up and feel my face.
Not there, I panic and pat around me searching desperately.
I found out two things.
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<li style="font-weight: 400">I’m on a bed.</li>
<li style="font-weight: 400">MY GIFT ISN’T ON MY BED</li>
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I force my eyes open and of course light abuses my eyes.
“ ..?”
This is not my bed.
Soft blue walls with white and bamboo accents. Matching tile and curtained off windows.
Screw me this is Konoha Hospital.
Must’ve had a number done on me to be here. I look around a bit and there''s a desk not too far from me. Calming down I pulled the covers off to get up and search it.
Or I would if they didn''t weigh 200 pounds. So I sit and contemplate what I can do. I scan the room once more and really nothing is here, movement is going in the halls but I can''t call for them can I?
Doesn''t stop me from trying though
“.....!”
So I whistle and clap.
…
Poppu isn’t here clearly.
Fuck.
I hate hospitals.
I hate medication
I hate isolation.
I hate the silence and loneliness.
I hate empty reassurance.
I hate the color red.
I hate feeling like I can’t live.
I hate the boring hum of TVs.
I hate these bulky sheets.
I hate those bullies.
I hate I can''t call for someone.
I hate I can’t scream injustice,
I hate the smell of this room.
I hate going unconscious.
I miss moving.
I miss my mask.
I miss the one thing I had in this life.
I miss the feel of Poppu’s fur.
I miss Kabuto’s lame jokes and insistence.
I miss the feeling of sweet revenge.
I hate that I’m dozing off.