Medical May [ O L D ]

026. triple paralysis.

❛ oh my god, I think I saw a ghost. ❜

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WHY can't I move?! I couldn't see through my hair, which was collected in a bundle next to me. I tried to twitch my fingers but I couldn't, listening to my hissing breaths against the pillow. The sunlight streamed in from the window, my alarm blaring as I laid in a catatonic state.

Stain— h-he's haunting me. Even when I can't see him! How can his quirk reach so far? Images of his sunken in face flooded my memory. I couldn't move anything, my muscles tensing. The room was spinning, bouncing back and forth between the alley way and my soft white sheets.

"Leave me— alone," I said out loud to no one, waiting for his quirk to finally wear off. It was shorter than last time, like he had just taken a quick drop. I started to move my fingers and my toes again.

My body didn't feel like my own. I sat up slowly, dizziness hitting me like a stone. Fumbling with my glasses, I finally saw my room. Normal. I ran to the bathroom, hitting walls and doorways. Stop panicking, stop panicking. He's not here. He's not here. I splashed myself with cold water. It was my desperate attempt to calm down.

I pressed my hands against the sink, staring at myself. Flickers of my face with a bloody handprint emerged again. Blood pouring from my arms, the scar in my chest dripping rubies. I clawed at my chest, trying to stop what I was seeing.

It's not real, May. It's not real. It's not real.

After breaking away from the mirror, I turned around, my hands still gripping the side of the sink. I'm not going to tell anyone. They'll just implement more rules. He's not here. He's not going to find me. I'm okay.

I whirled around again. Instead of seeing my bloody face, I saw myself in my bathroom. My eyes puffy and my chest heaving. The cuts were little stitches now. I ran my finger along them and exhaled. I'm okay. I'm okay.