Haii guyz, i m back with a brand new scott pilgrim fanfic lol its part 1. (trans scott real!?!?)
There was blood, a lot of blood on the floor. Scott felt like shit at that moment. He blinked several times as the trail of tears remained fresh on his cheeks. The light from the living room window burned his retinas at his sensitive sight, bringing out another sob.
His hips hurt like hell, especially in the area between his legs. It's sharp, it burns and it's sticky, the blood on the floor comes from him, he doesn't want to look. Scott groans as he tries to adjust, worsening the sharpness of the pain in his hip, spreading through his legs.
Scott tries to breathe, tries to calm his panic.
There is something attached to him, there is something that came out of him after suffering for so many hours. His pants are abandoned, his appearance is disgusting: wet with an unknown liquid, along with the blood on the floor.
Scott moves his hand, patting the ground around him shakily, searching for 'that' that's attached to him.
He pulls his hand away immediately when not far from his thighs he feels a soft, sticky thing.
And very small.
No no no-
Scott hyperventilates. Step. It really happened.
Tears fall again from his swollen eyes and he looks with difficulty at the house clock; It's twelve in the morning, Wallace isn't about to go to work, it's Monday after all. Scott cries harder, pure terror eating away at his body as he tries not to look down, not to look at the large pool of blood, his bare legs engulfed in blood.
To the 'little thing' with blood attached to it.
Oh, the holy precious little life of him.
“I need help” He thought with rapid breathing. He is between the bed and the floor in an uncomfortable and painful position for his back. Wallace will be mad about filling his mattress with blood and sweat, shit. Scott starts coughing from nausea, the rash on his hips intensifying from his bad breathing.
With sweat sliding down every possible corner of his body, he manages to grab the phone next to the bed. His throat burns, he needs to drink water. He tries not to move too much when he returns to his initial position.
The phone also fills with blood when his fingers clumsily press numbers, numbers that he doesn't even know how he can remember when he feels abandoned by God and by any entity.
He lets his back fall onto the mattress again, even if it hurts. He listens to the waiting line through his ear with the phone next to him. He makes a superhuman effort not to faint.
God returns and hears a female voice on the other side:
“Scott?” He listens to Kim, he can deduce that she is upset. “Scott, what the hell! You didn't come to rehearsal today! Were you ordering DVDs from the Video Store again?” Scott has to move the phone away from his face for a few seconds because of Kim's loud voice. “Stephen is furious with you right now.”
Scott stutters into the phone, but sobs again.
The pain burns in his belly again.
“Scott?”
He presses his hand against his belly, sobbing harder, the tears hot on his face.
“S-Scott! You still there?"
But Scott doesn't answer, instead Scott starts crying loudly into the phone, hugging himself in absolute terror. His heartbreaking screams are accompanied by Kim's anguish on the other side.
The 'little thing' breathes with difficulty.
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