Y/n= your name
F/c= favorite color
2f/c= second favorite color
H/c= hair color
E/c= eye color
H/l= hair length
F/s= favorite show
L/n= last name
I will add more later

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Your Pov 

I am in the hospital. I have been stitched up. Apparently I had alot of cuts that needed to be stitched. Aphmau is in my hospital room. I haven't opened my eyes yet. I know that if I do, I will be bombarded by Aphmau asking if I felt okay. I didn't want that to happen. I hear the door open and I hear someone walk in.

"Okay Ms. Aphmau. Ms. L/n had a cut on her cheek, one on her forehead, one going through her eyebrow, and  a broken arm and nose. She also had many bruises on her stomach."

"Okay. Wait, why is there blood on her back?"

Oh no. My scar opened up. Crap. I don't want Aphmau to see it. She will ask questions without a doubt. I don't feel like telling her what happened. I feel the doctor pick me up and pull up my shirt. Crap she is going to see the cut. Crap she is going to see what wrote on my back. I had written these words:

"Life isn't worth living
Without Color
And Emotion"

Now she's going to see everything. This just keeps getting worse.

"Oh wow. That is a long cut. I am going to bring my needle and string so I can stitch that up right now while she's knocked out. I'll be right back."

A couple minutes pass. I hear the door open and footsteps walk in. The doctor sits me up and pulls up my shirt again. I feel the needle going in and out of my skin. Then she pull my shirt down and lays me down again.

"Well have already put the casts on her arm and her nose. When she wakes up, you can both leave. Here is some pain medication. She has to take two of these every 7 hours. I'll leave now. Call me if you need anything."

Once he leaves I open my eyes and sit up. Aphmau looks at me with a huge smile on her face. Oh crap. I forgot she was there.

"Oh thank Irene you are okay Y/n. I was so scared when I found you."

Then the worst thing ever happens. She. Hugs. Me. Memories of my father start flooding my mind. I start to have a panic attack. I start to remember when he choked me and when he cut my back. Worst of all, I remember when he hurt Max. I start to breathe really fast and I feel like I might pass out.

Aphmau's Pov

I was so happy Y/n was okay so I hugged her. She immediately starts breathing faster. She starts to shake really hard so I let go of her. She is crying and I feel bad for her. I guess I triggered something. She starts to mumble things.

"Let  go of me...... I didn't do anything wrong..... Nobody loves me and no one ever will. Don't you dare hurt him. He is innocent. Don't touch Max or I swear I will kill you. You are a monster. How dare you touch him you monster. First her, then me, now him. How dare you. Stop hurting me.. .. I swear I won't tell just stop hurting me. Please."

Then her breathing gets really really fast. I am scared she might pass out. I don't know what to do. Then I remember what my mom used to do when I got panic attacks.

"It's alright Y/n. Just calm down. Breathe in. Breathe out. In. And out. Slowly."

She stops crying and her breathing starts to go back to normal. I am glad I helped her. At least now I know not to hug her anymore. I wonder why she was mumbling all that stuff. I guess I can just ask her later when she feels better.

After about two minutes, Y/n get up and walks toward the chair on the other side of the room. I watch as she collects her stuff and puts on her back pack. Then she starts to head toward the door. She opens the door and stops before she leaves.

"I'm heading home. Thanks for staying, I guess."

With that, she leaves and closes the door. I am left in the room all alone and confused. I have so many questions. Who is Max and who didn't she want to hurt her? What did she mean by first her, then me, now him? Who is "she?" Why did she write that quote on her back?"

I decide to just grab my stuff and head home.

Your Pov

Wow. I can't believe I had a panic attack in front of Aphmau. Now she definitely won't leave me alone. Oh my Irene. I hope she doesn't start to visit me. Apparently I can't go to school for a whole week because of my scars. Since my arm wasn't broken that badly, I'm getting the cast off on Thursday. I'm getting my nose cast off on Tuesday because it was just a little crack. As I'm  walking home I decide to listen to music because it calms me down. I start sing along to one of the songs  I like.

(Queue  Music)

I wish I found sounds
No one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice
That sang better words
I wish I found chords
In an order that's new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme
Everytime I sang
I was told that when I'm older
All my fears will shrink
But now I'm insecure
And I care what people think

My names blurryface
And I care what you think
My names blurryface
And I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol days
When our momma sang
Us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol days
When our momma sang
Us to sleep
But now we're stressed out

But now we're stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell
Will take me back to
When I was young
How come I don't remember being able too identify
Where its coming from
I'd make a candle out of it
If I could find it
Try to sell it
Never sell out of it
I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother
Cause we have to same nose
Same clothes, homegrown a stone's
Throw away from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us
Of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans
And treehouse homes
We all would take the latteer

My names blurryface
And I care what you think
My names blurryface
And I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol days
When our momma sang
Us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol days
When our momma sang
Us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Okay

I finally made it home. I locked the door and ran upstairs to my room. I locked the door to my room and collapsed on my bed. It was a long day and I was tired. I fell asleep really fast. Well today sure was fun, not.