From Beginning To End ⇢ Neymar Jr

~Chapter 6~

[End of Flashback]

"(Y/N!), (Y/N!), (Y/N!)" I heard someone call. I was being shaken by two firm pair of hands. I had no idea who it was. My eyes didn't open yet. I didn't know what was going on... Their voice echoed in my head.

As I managed to slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurred and wasn't 100% adjusted yet. I saw a dark-haired figure up close.

"(Y/N), please! Wake up! Snap out of it!" I recognized the voice. The voice of Oscar. 
I groaned and spoke with a croaky voice. "What's up?... What happened?..." I blinked several times before shaking my head.

"You're fine now. But listen, you HAVE to stop yourself from flashing back! You blacked out and your parents dragged you here on the couch to let you rest until you would wake up," Oscar explained. But still, not everything was clear. There was about a hundred questions beginning to scatter across my mind.

"Oh- my- God." I started to shake. "...F-for how long- Have I been blacked-out for?"

"About a day now... How're you feeling, though?" He asked. I completely ignored the question, however.

"About-a-day?" I repeated, syllabolically speaking each word. I felt astounded. "You know, not that I want to be, because I completely do not- but I'm surprised I wasn't woken up in a hospital bed!" I raised my voice. "Is it even possible to be blacked-out for a day?! I just got left on the couch to rest?! ...I'm surprised I even woke up!" I gasped for air, I felt damaged.

I didn't know how to take in all this information properly.

"Nothing will become too serious, unless you keep this up. I'm thankful that you woke. Everyone is. Everyone was worried. But everyone knew you'd be fine."

I nodded. Something about Oscar's way with words calmed me down even if he didn't give me the full details.

"But who would of known I blacked out and didn't call the ambulance?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Cori." 

Oh yeah. Now I remember she was with me. I only faintly remembered that I entered a flashback, but I have no idea what happened after- Well, this, I suppose.

"We exchanged numbers at the party. Yesterday morning she came here to check if Neymar picked up his car, and if you knew. Instead she found you on the floor, in your room. She informed your parents, she told them about the thoughts and flashbacks you were having and reassured them you must of blacked out since the thoughts got into your head pretty badly, making you stressed,"

-"And yes, I know what happened between you and Neymar," He added.

I blinked and sat up, pressing my hand against my forehead. I groaned. "But how am I meant to just not flashback? Easier said than done!"

There was a silence for a moment, until I went on and asked,

"And did he pick up his car?"

"Yeah, I dunno when, though. Before I got here, his car was gone." He replied.

"And when did you get here? Who let you in?" I removed my hand from my head and flopped it down, blinking up at him in curiosity.

Oscar chuckled, "Your parents let me in, and I got here about 10:50am or something..."

I nodded again. With that, my mother and then father came into the lounge with relieved expressions and rushed over to me.

"Meu linda! Knew you'd be okay." My mother wailed. I showed a small smile but disregarded her eye contact.

"We can organize something with you and Oscar. Maybe I'll even call Júnior's parents to talk to them."

I shrugged. "What if we call his parents but I speak to Neymar? His phone doesn't work anymore..." I suggested. I tried to make my voice clear in the last sentence.

"That's fine darling!" My father hurried away to get the house phone. Oscar then stood up.

"I'll leave you to it, (Y/N). I'll go buy Ney a new phone. Text me later once you've spoke to him, sim?" He comfired, a smile appearing on his face. I looked up to his sparkling eyes.

"So it's true, hehe? Neymar really only had one phone?" I weakly smiled. Oscar rolled his eyes at me and smirked. He waved at me while stepping out the door.

I was eager to speak to Neymar and sort things out. Hopefully I'll hear the sober Neymar.