Quick little thing...

If you are sensitive to stuff like suicide attemots, depression, abuse, or self harm then I recommend either slipping the chapter or have a barf bag or whatever near by, because we talk a bit about this stuff.

Other than that, enjoy!!!

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Chapter XVIII

"Don't judge me by my past. I'm not in the past anymore. Accept me for who I am because this is me today."

-Anonymous

My sword was light in my hands as I attacked Xezal. Rage ran wild through my body. He was the one who took Megan from me. He was the one who caused me to be looked down upon by other Monster Hunters. He's the one who made me doubt my meaning through the world. He's the one who flung me into depression.

He's the one who made me attempt suicide.

Not expecting that, huh? Happy go lucky, sarcastic, possibly egotistical Timothy, the embodiment of care free and easy going-ness, having attempted to end his life. Yes, that happened.

After losing Megan in her comatose state, not only did Darrin lose all respect for me, but basically every other Monster Hunter. I hate mentioning it because it only resurfaces all those memories I have worked so hard on burying deep within me.

One particular incident still haunts me in my nightmares. It had been two weeks since the incident, and I was still in crutches at the time. I had just finished speaking to her, and was heading back to the lobby to see if there was any jobs for Garroth. I couldn't help because of my condition, and I was still terrified that something like that would happen again should I got back into battle.

As I was making my way down, I felt something wrap around my ankle, and I was pulled backward, making me lose my balance. My head hit the floor, and my vision doubled. I looked up to see a group of men standing over me. There were three of them, and they all looked like they belonged in a biker gang, telling me they were the group known as 'Three Devils', one of the more deadly groups. Megan had been a good friend of theirs, so I knew I was probably going back to the infirmary.

The leader, Bulldog (yes, Bulldog. we don't question it), had Darrin's whip in hand. It was wrapped around my ankle, and my foot began to go numb from the lose of blood. In his right hand was his Shotgun, which he pointed at me. His other buddies held their weapons- which were a dagger and shurikens- and I began to pray that I would make it out of this alive.

"So Timothy, what do you have to say about Megan's condition?" Bulldog questioned, pulling the whip so it tightened around my ankle.

I whimpered at the pain that shot through my head and ankle. "It w-wasn't m-my f-f-fault." I sobbed.

Shuriken guy bent down to my level. "Yes, it was. If you hadn't been distracted, then she might still be here."

Dagger bent down to my level as well. "Everyone would've preferred it to be you, Bastard."

Tears slipped out of my eyes as they continued telling me about my mistakes. Eventually, I was sobbing on the ground as my concussion grew worse. I don't know how much time had passed, but someone yelled something and the three of them bolted just as I was lifted off the ground and carried back to the infirmary.

I probably went to the infirmary fifteen times since I had been injured, and the fifteenth time was after my attempt at suicide.

I had chosen to go the bloody way, so I stabbed myself in multiple places and just sat down, waiting to bleed out. Garroth found me when he had been looking for me, and he took me to the infirmary upon seeing my condition.

When word got around, I got tons of visitors. It was mainly people apologizing about how they acted towards me, but it still didn't make the mistakes I made in the past any better.

They ended up putting me into therapy after I was healed enough, and that helped.

Eventually, I became the amazing and sexy person I am today. Everyone thought my change in personality was better, and I totally agree.

However, whenever I see the scars left on my body, I can't help but remember why I put them there, and it makes my emotions spiral out of control. Eventually, I'll get over it, but for now, I am still slightly upset over everything. I don't blame the people who led me to do that to myself, because I agree with everything they said.

Off the depressing stuff, and onto more important things.

Like killing off Xezal.

I swung my sword to the right of him, prepared to take off his head. However, he simply held up his forearm, and the sword hit the cuffs on his wrist.

They were a cold silver color, and looked to have a bit of rust on them. I could see scratch marks on them, an old chains fell from the sides of them, but they were broken. I had originally thought they were from him breaking out of prison or something, but I think that original assumption was wrong.

Xezal smirked. "Do you like them, Sanosuke?"

I smirked at the nickname. "You get Netflix down here, Xezal?"

"And Crunchyroll, but that isn't the point of this battle, Sanosuke."

I heard footsteps from somewhere else, and I glanced over to see Garroth, Darrin, and Caleb running towards us. I smiled before looking back at Leyna and Troy. Troy was holding Leyna close to him as he watched the battle unfold.

"Tim!" Garroth screamed as he pulled his key off his neck. Darrin pulled out his whip, and Caleb had his chains wrapped around his fists, the part in between pulled tight. Leyna and Troy's eyes widened when they saw the weapons, and they were probably shocked to see Caleb here.

"I assume you know who this guy is, Garroth?"

"Xezal, one of Lucifer's servants. He was imprisoned when he was an angel due to bad behavior. The cuffs around his wrists are in destructible, and can not be taken off."

"This just got even more complicated." Caleb said, unraveling one of his fists.

"Why in all Hell did you hurt Megan and Timothy?" Darrin cried out, cracking his whip.

The corners of Xezal's mouth turned upwards. "Oh, you don't know?"

I froze. "Know what?"

Xezal burst into laughter. "This is too rich!"

Before we could say anything else, he stopped laughing. "I suggest you get ready, the others are coming, and they won't go easy on you."

And with that, he vanished, leaving us thoroughly confused. That is, until the other two demons came.

That was then that we understood.

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Hey guys! Only three more chapters and then an epilogue! Where does the time go?

The song of this chapter is Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy

https://youtu.be/onzL0EM1pKY

Because of the fact that we get into Timothy's past, and mainly the not good part. If you listen to it, you'll see what I mean.

All the chapters are pretyped because I'm going to mexico on the 11th and won't be back till the 18th, and if the story goes as planned, then I'll finish by the 17th, which is also the day that Finding Dory comes out! Who's excited?

Adios!

-Paige