I haven't left my room in days. Left my bed even. Feeling dead even if it is me who's alive. My mom brings in meals though I barely eat. Barely moving. My friends messaged me a bit, though I never replied. My hands hurt, the knuckles bandaged. Knocking on the door, my mom pushes it open slightly.

"Hi sweety. I brought you some dinner." Stepping in, she looks at my desk. Noticing a practically untouched lunch. "You really need to eat."

Sitting up, my eyes meet her's. I don't speak. I'm not hungry. I'm never hungry anymore. Swapping the plates, she doesn't look at me.

"You're going to school tomorrow. It would be good for you to be with your friends again, especially in a time like this."

"Fine..." She walks up to my bed, giving me a big hug. Her warmth reminds me of when Fear hugged me.

"I know this is hard. Losing your everything." Tears begin forming in my eyes. It did feel like I lost everything. Like I lost a part of me. My tears wouldn't stop. No matter how much I wished them to. "But Feary would want you to carry on."

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Driving up to the school, I'm really late. Mom wanted to give me some time to sleep, because last night's sleep was... Bad. I tossed and turned all night, continuing to wake up in tears, sometimes screaming. Getting out of the car I grab my bag.

"Have a good day sweetie. I love you. Remember to call me if you need to go home."

"Will do mom. Love you too." Looking up at her, making eye contact. She smiles at me. Weakly I smile back. Though it's not genuine. Closing the door, I wave goodbye then turn to the school. Sighing, I walk up to the doors, pausing before even daring to touch the door knob. I'm not ready for this. Looking back at the car, I see my mom, giving me an empathetic smile. Fuck. Grabbing the door handle I pull it open. Stepping back, I saw Luka, injured but seemingly enjoying himself. Shit, xe out numbered. I have to help... Wait, ver arm's bleeding... Fuck.

Walking up quietly, I see just how many others there are. Of course Luka started A three on one fight... Continuing to sneak up I grab my metal water bottle out of my bag. The three are distracted by Luka. Silently, I manage to get behind one of the guys. Only a few feet away. Dropping my backpack, I sprint towards him. Tightening my grip on the water bottle I jump. Swinging it as hard as I can at his head.

Falling over from the blow, their two buddies stand in shock. Luka takes this moment to strike another blow. I'm trying to get you out of the fight god damnit! Looking at vem I notice he's arm is covered in blood. Fuck. It's wounds from the car crash. Finally re-attacking, one of them swings at Luka, pushing vem out of the way I take the blow. Smashing my side. I can't let them hurt it...

"Fuck that hurt." I state returning it with a kick to their head. Looking around, Luka appears to be having fun. Taking on one of them. The one I smashed in the head with my water bottle, finally gets up charging at me like a bull. The fuck is up with him? Shifting to the side I smash an elbow onto his spine. To which he reacts with pain.

"Luka you ok?" Shouting, I duck under a kick.

"Never better." Noticing out of the corner of my eye, xe's somehow gotten one of them in a headlock. Turning around I boot the head locked guy in the head.

"How the fuck did this happen?" Punching one of them in the face, then shaking it out. My hands aren't better yet. Ducking, underneath another strike. Something catches my eye. Or someone. It can't be... Turning to face em. Fear?... It can't be...

"What the-'' Pain spreading across my face, my body hits the ground. Everything fading to black. Luka... I'm sorry...

The blackness faded, though. Not fully. Opening my eyes, I'm in a small room, Lying down on a bed. Wait, why am I in the infirmary? Sitting up, my side hurts. Lying back down, I grasp it tightly. Why does that hurt? Looking at my hands, new bandages wrap the knuckles. Looking around, there are two others in the room. Someone standing and, Luka! Sitting in a chair next to the bed is Luka. Though it's wearing a new mask. A plain white one.

"That's a new mask. How, how long was I out?" Luka shrugs in response.

"I dont know. I was zoned out for a while. Ask him." Pointing to the second person in the room. Squinting at the second figure again, he has somewhat messy dark brown hair. He's young, not to much older than a student. Who the hell are you? Not trusting him, something hits me.

"You look like Helen Otis, the Bloody painter from America." Tilting his head Luka, looks the being more closely.

""Oh yeah. You do! I wondered why you seemed familiar. Huh. that's cool." It's true, they looked slightly feminine, they appeared to be an introvert. And the photos I saw looked very similar to his appearance.

"Anyways.. What now. What time is it.."

Grabbing zer phone out of his pocket he checked the time. Looking at me e states. "Hey it's the end of the day. Froggiiiieeeeee.. Can we leavveeeee??" Ve stated in a childlike voice. A giggle making its way out of my mouth, as a small smile spreads. Looking at the nurse, they state that we're good to go. After trying to stand by myself, only to fall back on to the bed again, pain spreading through my side. Luka helping me to my feet. After I'm stable, we walk past the person who looks like Helen, out of the infirmary. Luka waving goodbye to the stranger. Walking to our lockers, even though again there on different sides of the school. Luka simply following me to mine and I to his.

Afterwards, heading out of the school, going past the foyer. Noticing some blood on the ground. What happened after I passed out? A nasty grin spreading across Luka's face as ze spot's it.

Making it to the parking lot, temporarily standing in silence.

"So. I'm guessing my house?" Breaking the silence, I look at Luka.

"Yep."

"Movie night?"

"Yep."

Waiting a couple of minutes in silence once again. After a decently long period of time my mom pulls up. Openinging, the back door, I hold it open for Luka. He doesn't get in. Realizing something. That day.

"You were in the back that day weren't you. Sorry. " Climbing into the back seat, I close the door behind me. Luka walking up to the passenger seat and hoping in as well.

"So how was your guys' day? Also we're hosting tonight right?"

"Yeah. Oh, um today was fine. We may or may not have gotten into a tiny fight. But other than that it was good." Lessening, the story making it seem like nothing.

"Another fight, Frog? You just got to school."

"Well, Luka got jumped three on one! I couldn't just stand there and let him get hurt!"

" Well, good job on protecting your friend." Our conversation died with that. I hate silence, it makes me think about the first thing on my mind. I don't want to go there. I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT HIR RIGHT NOW.

"Hey mom, could we play some music?"

"Sure, why don't you connect your phone?" Turning on my Bluetooth, I play the first song that comes to mind, blood in the water. I don't know who it's by. The music distracts my brain, causing me to come up with animatics to them instead. Luka never spoke, glancing his way. He look un unfazed, but frozen. Though I knew it. E's scared. There's nothing I can do... Useless, can't even be there for your own friend.

Finally pulling up to my house we got out of the car grabbing my school stuff. Heading inside, waiting for mom to open the door. Afterwards we headed downstairs to my room, dropping off our bags. Heading back upstairs again, plopping down on the large gray couch. Silence... Fear always brought up the mood. E always knew what to do. Without her your nothing.

"Its weird without Fearie here." A draining sound to my voice as I'm struggling to get something out.

"yeah."