Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hopeless Dreams ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Lightning crackled across the sky, lighting everything up in a brilliant white hue. The rain was pouring hard, pounding upon the metal overhead that Omi sat under sitting on his duffel bag. He had arrived back into his hometown hours ago, but he was caught in the storm and had no choice but to stay by the bus terminal.

Omi rested his chin on his arms. He might as well stay here till morning comes, since hospitals didn't really open till 8 anyways. Omi absentmindedly scratched his wrist. He stopped and pushed back his sleeve where he saw the thin white line going towards his elbow. It was one of his earlier attempts at suicide when he was 12. Since then he tired to kill himself by talking overdose of painkillers. But yet his father and Crawford always seemed to find him and keep him alive. To continue living in this nightmare.

But Crawford is dead. Omi stated. But father isn't. His mind argued back.

Omi sighs. He's feeling thin and worn. He slides off his duffel bag and rests his head on it. He was so tired and drained. I can't see him if I'm practically falling a sleep over him. Blues eyes fluttered closed and sleep over took him.

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Bright rays of sunshine filtered through Omi's closed eyelids. Slowly Omi opened them. He sat up and stretched. The air was thick with humidity and was ungodly hot already. He felt that a few people staring at his back. He turned around and his feelings were right. He looked down at his clothing. His jacket was very worn and small, showing a bit of his stomach. His shirt was nothing but battered old thing that he found in the dumpster a while back, he wore too short shorts and rugged old platform boots. Omi would look too if he saw himself. He stood up, his legs where a bit wobbly, but he managed to keep some dignity. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked away.

The town looked the same. Old buildings that were newly renovated for business was the majority of the downtown area, the more recently built malls and business where in the uptown area. It was a growing town, almost rapid. More and more people from the big cities came here to find work or buy cheaper houses or apartments. That all that really cared about, was how cheap they could get it and how much they can make.

Omi walked a good length away from the downtown area to a bus stop at the intersection. He had arrived when the bus came to a halt buy it, letting people off and on. He gave his correct change and got a transfer ticket. He sat down near the back.

The bus ride lasted for ten minutes before he had to get off at his bus stop and walk to the other one. Omi was on his last bus transfer. This bus would go directly to the hospital. Omi shifted in his seat uncomfortably. People kept staring at him. He sighed and settled for staring out the window.

The bus came to a screeching halt. Omi got off and stood in front of the white building.

His mind was whirling and stomach was doing back flips on him. With a deep breath he entered the building.

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Everything was white and sterile and too clean. Omi looked kind of out of place here. He tried to shrug off his uneasiness and walked over to the front desk.

"Excuse me?" he said to the lady who was reading a book at the desk.

The lady looked up from her book. She smiled at him. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked, laying her book down.

"I was wondering if you could tell me which room this patient is staying in?" Omi handed her a piece of paper with a name scribbled on it.

The nurse scanned over the name and typed it up on her computer.

"Ah yes." she turned the piece of paper over and scribbled the directions on it and handed back to Omi. "Just follow my directions." she gave Omi a little wink.

He bowed. "Thank you so much!" he darted off towards the elevators.

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Omi glanced down at the piece of paper. It should be around here somewhere. He glanced down the hallway on the left then the right. He decided to go to the right. His steps echoed eerily as he walked down the almost deserted hallway.

Omi turned a corner and bumped into somebody. Omi let out a squeak in surprise and stumbled a few steps back.

"Are you alright?" The stranger said concerned.

Omi smiled up at the person. "Yes. I'm alright." he reassured.

The stranger smiled back.

The person had laughing brown eyes and tousled brown hair, it looked as if he had just woken up. He wore a red sweater and jeans.

"Ken?" Omi gasped.

Brown eyes widen in surprised. "Yeah, I'm Ken." he said, still looking puzzled.

Omi let out a laugh and launch himself at Ken. "Ken!" He cried out in relief.

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TBC~

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