CH. 5 HATE

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.

1. I’m on a bed.

2. MY GIFT ISN’T ON MY BED

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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.