Tiana POV
Because if the stress of the news I just received, they're keeping me here for one more night. In a hospital. With the stench of death fresh in the air.

God I hate this place.

"Stop pouting Kitty. It's just one night. After that you can get out of here!" Tyson says, an unnaturally cheerful smile on his face.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one stuck in a hospital," I say, glaring at him.

"I'll be staying with you. So yes, I am the one stuck here with you. And I'm damn happy about it too," he says, smirking. There's nothing in that sentence to be smug about. He's the one who's stuck in a hospital room with me.

Stuck with me.

Guilt suddenly floods me and I stare at him with wide eyes. He shouldn't have to stay in a hospital with me. He doesn't have to bear the unnatural coldness of the place. He doesn't have to bear the unnatural silence. The unnatural smell of cleanliness. He has to be asleep in a comfy bed, snuggled into the warm sheets, wrapped in the familiarity of his own room. Not in a cold hard hospital bed sleeping next to an ugly suicidal girl.

"You can go sleep over at your house today," I say.

I look up to see him watching me with curious eyes. Like he's trying to unravel something. Maybe my thoughts. Maybe just why he's here in this fucking hospital.

"Where is this coming from all of a sudden?" he asks, brows furrowing a little in confusion. He looks kind of...nice.

"Nowhere. But don't you think you need a warm bed and blankets to sleep in?" I ask, looking anywhere but at him. I despise the fact that I'm so easy to read. It makes hiding harder. But there's also a small part of me that finds relief in this fact. Because I won't have to explain myself that way. They'll just know. I won't have to say anything out loud. Make it real.

"Nah I'm good here," he says, smiling brightly and I contemplate putting on sunglasses to hide my eyes from the brightness almost radiating from him.

"You don't have to be though," I say. "You can stay at home. I know the hospital isn't all that comfortable."

"It's because of that that I'm staying over at the hospital. The hospital may not be comfortable for you, but I hope it'll be at least a bit better with my company," he says jokingly, but there's also a little... something in his gaze that shows that this question is real. He wants to know whether I care for him too. And maybe I do. But he doesn't know that. He doesn't have to know just how alone I was before him.

"You? Being good company? I don't think so," I say, but I smile to show I'm kidding. I know how hurting it is to be unwanted. And I'd never purposefully do that to anyone else, ever.

(And maybe I'm too desperate for acceptance, for whatever it is love is, to really complain. Maybe I'll do anything for it.)

He laughs and says "Well I'm all you have so I'm all you're gonna get."

Oh how true that statement is.

"Unfortunate. But I'll take what I can get," I joke, smiling at him.

"Seriously though. I hope I'm not a bother or something," he says, his face suddenly serious.

"You're not," I say a little hurriedly, and he smiles. A wide smile that shows all his teeth and brings out this small, tiny dimple on his left cheek.

"I know you care," he says, smirking.

"Nah I don't care. I just tolerate you," I say. I never thought I'd get this. This playful banter.

"Look me in the eye and say that to my face," he says, smirking widening when I start blushing. Blushing sucks. The government should ban blood from rushing to your cheeks. So much technology and they've yet to find a way to stop humans from blushing. Honestly.

"I'm too sleepy for that. Go home Piggy. You deserve a good nights sleep," I say, half because I want to change the subject and half because I'm genuinely worried.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," he says easily, but I can see the mix of determination and stubbornness in his eyes and I sigh and roll my eyes, knowing there's nothing I can do to change that.

"You're not going to change your mind, are you?" I ask, rolling my eyes again.

"Not really," he says, giving me an easy smile.

"You're the one who's going to have a body ache in the morning," I say, settling into my hospital bed.

"Worth it," he murmurs quietly. I don't think I was supposed to hear that but here, in the quiet room, his is the only noise left for me to hear.

I smile slightly as I settle into the bed.

I hear him get into the bathroom and when he emerges after some time he's in his pyjamas.

He turns off the light and settles in the bed as I settle in mine. I fall asleep the only way I know how to. Uncomfortably and unknowingly

-Dream Land-

My father stands looming above me, darkness surrounding him like a black cloud. His blue eyes are focused on my, cold hard sapphire eyes that make me melt in fear and dread and hopelessness. This time wasn't any different.

"Pl-please," I plead, not knowing why. But that all I seem to know what to do in his presence. Plead and beg and scream. I'm weak. I'm a weakling. I'm nothing.

"What do u think you're doing you whore?" he says, laughing loudly. "You think they actually care?"

"Th-they do," I stutter.

The scene suddenly changes to Tyson, sucking face with another girl.

I don't know why that hurts so much.

The scene changes again to Amanda and Xander. They standing with a bunch of random people.

"God that girl Tiana is such a bitch," Amanda grumbles, looking extremely annoyed.

Xander snorts. "She's not even easy on the eyes. Quiet the opposite actually. She should probably wear that hoodie on full time. No wonder she cuts herself."

The rest of the group laughs.

The scene changes to Tyson's mother talking to some other random middle aged woman

"That girl is hurting my son," and my heart clenches, knowing she's taking about me.

"She not that bad right?" the other lady tries to pacify her but Ms.Bent sakes her head.

"She's worse that bad. She's poisoning that mind if my son. He deserves better than her," she says, disgust clear in her voice.

I gasp as the scene changes again. This time... it my mom.

She screaming in a room and, suddenly, her black eyes find mine and she's says "it's all your fault! You can't even kill your self right! It's all your fault in like this."

Everything left in my heart breaks at the sight.

Because it is all my fault. My fault. Mine and only mine.

I'm a burden.

Even to myself.

The scene disappears and I'm with my dad again. In the living room in our house. I hate this place. It's filled with my worst memories.

"No one will ever love you, you bitch. Remember that. You're not worth love. You'll never be worth it. Remember that the next time you dare to get your hopes up. You'll always be stuck with me. I'm not letting you go that easily," he says, a smirking his face that send chills down my spine.

He's right. He's right. He's right.

Of course he's right.

He reaches forward and roughly grands my hair and yanks me toward himself. I don't even yelp in pain. I'm too used to it for it to hurt. I don't know what's worse though. Being numb or feeling too much.

His face comes closer to mine then and I know what he's about to do. I know what's going g to happen. I can't let this happen.

His face is getting closer to mine and he closes his eyes.

No
No
No no no no no no no

NO!!

-Out of Dream Land and into the real world-

I gasp and shoot up as my breathe comes out in panicked breathes. I can still feel the dream. It all felt too real. He's here.

He's here.

My breathe becomes panicked as I feel arms wrapped around me. I push him away with all I have and move and scramble to get away from him, in the process falling off the bed. This makes me panic even more and I can't see.

I can't see.

Everything's too blurred. The shapes aren't right and everything's wrong. Everything's wrong.

A voice breaks through the panic then and I search for it. I search for it like a drowning man to a rope. My only life line.

"Shhhh. Take deep breathes. You're safe. Breathe with me. It's okay darling. You'll be Alright. You're safe. You're fine."

The voice sounded slightly close to panic itself so it doesn't do a good job in calming me.

But I let it comfort me. I'm not alone.

I'm not alone.

I breathe along with the person for a few minutes and slowly, reality sets in again. I take a deep breathe. I feel so exhausted.

"Hey Kitty," Tyson, who sits next to me, says. I don't reply.

"You okay?" he asks when I don't answer. Again, I don't reply.

I should've known it would become bad again. I should've known good things don't last. Why did I think I could keep this small piece of peace I thought I had finally built?

"Hey Kitty! Come back to me. Your head is a dark place right now. Don't listen to it," Tyson says.

I turn to look at him and try giving him a weak smile. It doesn't really work as well as I thought it would and I give up.

He smiles. "You okay?"

I nod.

"You don't seem to be okay."

I shrug.

He hugs me.

I don't know to tell him not to so I let him.

"Don't leave me," I whisper quietly and instantly regret. Who am I to ask him not to leave?

His hugs me tighter and says "I won't."

I nod.

I don't cry though. I'm too exhausted to feel anything other than desperation at this point.

After some time, we get up and I get into my hospital bed again. What surprises me though, is Tyson getting into my hospital bed too.

"What are you doing?" I murmur, too exhausted to do anything other that murmur and whisper at this point.

"Sleeping next to you. What does it look like I'm doing?" he says in a matter-of-fact-tone, crawling in next to me on the bed. I'm so thin he actually has a lot of space to sleep in. This doesn't seem to please him very much. Me being thin, that is.

"Why?" I ask, my voice quiet.

"To fight the monsters away," he says in the same tone. I can feel my back pressed again his chest and the heat radiating from his body.

"I have to do that on my own Piggy. I have to fight my own monsters."

"Then I'll be your sidekick," he says, giving me a cheeky smile.

"There are too many monsters though," I whisper, looking anywhere but at him.

"And that's why I'll be your sidekick. When it becomes too much, just ask for help. It's always easier to have someone with you. And all you have to do, really, is seek. And you'll find," he says. I turn around to look at him and he smile at me, wrapping an arm around my waist. I can't help but become tense. I don't know what a good touch is. Never known of a touch that doesn't hurt. But he slowly rubs soothing circles in my back and I relax just a little. He seems extremely happy to be able to hold me. I don't know why he would be.

"You don't deserve to be tortured. I'm not good for you Tyson. I'll poison you," I say, looking him in the eye so he can see how serious in am.

"You're the reality check I needed, Kitty. You've helped me become a better person already," he says, continuing to rub circles on the small of my back.

"I can't do that."

"What?"

"Make someone a better person."

"You've already done it," he says easily, tightening his hold just a little.

"Thanks," I say after a moment of silence, looking away for a bit before looking back at him again.

"For what?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Knowing what to say and when to say it."

"No problem sweets," he says. Good thing it's too dark for him to see me blush.

In my haze of exhaustion and sleep, I do the unthinkable and move closer to him, cuddling into him while he tightens his arms, yet again, around me.

I sleep calmly after that.
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Y'all I added cuddles at the end I'm going soft what is wrong with me? *sigh* I thought I was the angst monster but....

I'm in a better mood now a days. Hence the lack of angst in the chapter and the lack of updates. Plus there's this black cloud looming over me, also known as school. But that'll be over on the 20th of this month so yea I'll be able to post regularly again if my procrastinating and lazy ass can handle that. I also starting another story while not finishing even one of mine, which basically means I'm a masochist but whatever, ya know?

The other story is a lot more light hearted tho and, while will probably have angst because I'm an angst monster, I will also try adding humour, tho I don't know what humour is cuz I'm generally not a funny human being. I'm a robot. MWAHAHAHAH FEAR ME!!

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See what I mean? Not funny.

Oh, and... sorry for the filler, I guess??

Okay I'm gonna go now.
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