𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲

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Tw: death. Injury. Murder. Abuse. Blood. Swears. Fear of losing love one ;(

Kasumi's POV

Technoblade was gone and I was left with was the limp boy in my hands.

I pressed the fabric against y/n'a wounds heavily has to try and stop the bleeding but I couldn't tell the state of the wound because of my blinded eyes.

I hated this.

I hated this situation that I was put into.

I hate that I'm blind.

I hate that I can't see y/n's dying body.

I hate that my only hope for him to survive is some prince that I suppose to trust.

I hate that I'm almost useless.

What I hate the most is that y/n might die and I wouldn't be able to see his face one last time.

Tears began running down my face already. I barely had anytime to hate myself for almost crying.

I hate it when I cry.

And now I'm in a forest I can't see. Hoping that my only friend won't die that I can't see.

I had so many things to worry about.

Like what if an animal comes by because of the scent of blood.

What if those three kidnappers come and find us.

What if Technoblade doesn't come back?

What if y/n dies before Technoblade comes back?

What if I fail y/n?

I couldn't do that.

I couldn't live with myself if I knew that my only friend died because of me.

If y/n dies then I never want to see the world again, know that my best friend won't be there too.

That's a promise.

If y/n dies.

I want to stay blind.

...

I can hear him breathing faintly.

But the breaths are enough to remind myself to press down hard on his wound.

I refuse to make any sounds and not move my tail just in case.

I wasn't sure I was so quiet.

Was I hiding?

No.

I just want to make sure I spent these moments listening to the sounds that y/n make, not sounds that I made.

Yeah that's right.

..

I don't know how long it's been since Technoblade left.

Maybe an hour? Two?

My arms where getting sore from pushing down on y/n's wound.

But I couldn't stop. I refused to take my hands away from us torso.

And I don't even know what happened.

How did he get this wound?

It must have been a wound from a weapon, he didn't just fall on a stick and punctured himself.

What if Technoblade hurt him?

Is that why he didn't explain it to me?

He didn't want me to know he did it?

I felt my bones begin to shake.

No, no you're crazy kasumi. Techno wouldn't do that and besides why would he be getting bandages if he wanted y/n dead?

Maybe that's why Technoblade isn't back yet. Because he stabbed y/n and let him die in my arms. Going to find the horse to escape himself.

No. He wouldn't go all this way dragging me and y/n's ass just to kill one of them.

It was a very stressful day. Who knows what could have gone through his head. I don't know him.

I was quivering. I didn't want to believe it, but it all added up to well.

Technoblade must have an argument with y/n when he went after him. They began fighting with their weapons and stabbed y/n. He panicked after what he did and realized that he couldn't bring one prisoner, without the other. So he left him with me so I wouldn't go looking for him and would go escape back to his castle.

Another round of tears welded up in my eyes.

No, NO. It couldn't be true. How could I think something like that?! I don't know what's happening but I can't jump to conclusions.

The tears have already began to run down my face.

I kept the thought in the back of my mind.

...

Another hour passed, maybe longer.

My fingers were numb.

I was cold. The winter was coming closer and closer.

I could hear birds chirping, singing, laughing.
Laughing at the weak humanoid.

It was so loud.

A nearby fox, maybe something smaller. It was digging through bushes for food. I could hear it getting closer.

The wind was whispering against my ears, although I couldn't hear what it was saying.

Ever once and a while a leave would fall near me. Like a droplet on a lake, it falls, hits the water, and sinks into the rest of the droplets.

My joints were sore. Fuck, everything was sore. My cheeks where stained with tears, making my eyelids heavy.

I wanted to sleep. I wanted to run around and scream. I wanted him to be okay.

I lean down to y/n's face.

He's not breathing.

"Y/n? Y/N?! FUCK PLEASE NO. Y/N?" I started to yell, please don't be dead. Not now, not when I've stayed here for you.

"PLEASE NO, Y/N. YOU CANT BE DEAD." I gripped onto his shoulders and started to shake him.

No response, not a twitch, not breath. Nothing.

More tears run down my face immediately. These tears burned my face, these tears would hurt the most.

"NO, NO, NO, PLEASE Y/N. WAKE UP PLEASE." I kept yelling, eventually what I was doing started to fade away.

...

I don't know how long I must have been yelling. I don't remember, it was like a blackout. But my body is as still hurting and screaming for him to awaken.

I was now holding him in my arms, leaning against the tree behind me.

Although I've stop yelling, I was still crying. Quietly.

Maybe I've done something to deserve this? This is my fault somehow. Y/n always treated me like I was his responsibility but maybe he was my responsibility too. I could've taking better care of him, like when that soldier damage his leg. I could have done better. I could have done better for him.

He always thought that he was a monster. A mindless murder. Even though I've killed more people then him technically. He thought he was the monster.

When we first met he was alone, with tears eyes. I was outside, hiding from my mother after she'd just killed my brother in-front of me. I was terrified and so young but then came y/n. He was only a year older then me and I had no one else to listen too. He gave me a pocket knife, I don't know where a kid his age got one but I did what he said. Kill my mother.

I sneaked into my house watching my mom screaming my name looking for me. She was on the ground looking underneath the bed. That's when I sneaked up to her and stabbed her write in the back. She screamed and yelled in pain but I ripped the knife out of her back and stabbed her in the back of the neck. She was dead.

A child, killed his own mother. I left the house I came back to y/n and returned the bloody pocket knife that he gave me.

After that we just stuck together. Two young murders living in the woods.

...

I can hear snapping branches. Footsteps.

I don't panic, I don't care who it is, they can kill me for all I care.

"Kasumi."

"...you actually came back?"

"Of course, did you think that I wouldn't?"

"He's dead."

"..."

"Aren't you going to say anything? Or just stand they're with that fucking horse."

"We can still save him."

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Omg.
THE REASON IT TOOK SO LONG IS BECAUSE ALABASTER USUALLY WRITES THE ANGST RIGHT? BUT ALABASTER WAS BUSY THIS MONTH AND I COULDNT DO IT BECAUSE I COULDNT LOG INTO THE WATTPAD ACCOUNT. SO GUESS HOW HAD TO WRITE MOST OF THIS CHAPTER?! slugbones. Slugbones is the third person who can access this account and they don't actually post they're work. So thx too slug for writing most of this chapter.

-trashbag

Ps: slug saids hi

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