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Neko x Human Rp

I was going to assume she heard me, but just to make sure, I wrote a note saying what happened and left it next to her breakfast. I went outside to run in my classic outfit of my millitary jacket and blue jeans.
 
Eventually, I woke up and looked around as I sat up. I wonder if he'll mind me borrowing some clothes I thought and shrugged. Getting up I went to the kitchen and read the note before quickly eating. I went back to the room and looked around. After finding a tshirt and a pair of sweats, I found the bathroom and got a shower.
 
On the way back in, I grabbed the mail from yesterday and put it in the usual cupboard. I would look at that sometime later. I heard the shower running, so I went ahead and opened it. My heart started to flutter when I read the words the military has reconsidered letting you rejoin. I knew what this meant, but had no idea how to break the news to her. Was I ready to go though? Could I leave her?
 
I got out, shaking the water out of my tails before getting dressed. I walked out, still drying my hair and smiled seeing him. "Good morning," I said cheerfully.
 
I put the mail aside on the table top. No point in ruining her day over my decision. "Good morning to you too!" I said, knowing that I should at least try to make the best out of the time I had with her.
 
"You smell of sweat. Go get a shower," I said giggling as I playfully held my nose. I went to the kitchen and started washing the dishes.
 
I wafted my hand towards my face and realized I honestly didn't smell to great. I ran into the bathroom as I threw my jacket and pants in the washer. I grabbed fresh pants out of my closet, but didn't really own any other shirts besides undershirts. As I stood in the shower, I thought to myself whether it would be better to tell her the news now or later. I didn't want to go out and come back to find her with another man though.
 
I finished the dishes and sat at the table looking around. My eyes noticed an opened letter, and I glanced around before nervously grabbing it. I didn't wanna snoop, but curiosity got the best of me. I was hoping it was a bill or whatnot, but I was dead wrong. I felt my heart sink into my stomach as I read it and held back tears putting it back exactly like I found it. I swallowed hard, wrapping my damp tails around me and looked down.
 
I replayed my father's words in my mind. Never let a girl take away from your dreams. If it ever comes to a point where you have to chose, put your career first. I couldn't help but feel like she was different though. I felt so strongly about her.


I decided I had to tell her as I left the bathroom, even if I wasn't sure of my decision yet. I walked out of the bathroom, about to tell her, when I saw her curled up looking sad. "What happened?" I asked as I ran to her side. "Are you hurt?"
 
"When were you planning on telling me? Before you left? Or would I have to find out when a soldier came to my door saying you were dead?" I said simply, my voice obviously shaking.
 
I stood up. "I honestly just got the letter this morning. I was deciding how to tell you, but I'm also not sure if I want to go. Sure, I love serving my country more than anything, but you are also very important to me in this moment. Can I know how you feel about this. Even though it is my decision, your opinion is very important to me."
 
"Not like it's gonna change a damn thing!" I yelled standing back up straight, unaware of the tears falling. "You're gonna leave and I'm gonna be stuck here, waiting on a stranger to tell me you're dead," I added, now fully crying.
 
"Give me more credit than that! I'm a sniper! That took hard work! What happened to me and my friends was rare to happen to a sniper! I wasn't even supposed to be there! I was helping them!" I clenched my robotic hand into a fist and punched through the counter top. "I've trained so hard for them to let me back in! I can't just throw it away!" I screamed as my heart seemed to rip apart.
 
I jumped slightly as his fist connected with the counter top. "Then go!" I yelled as loud as I could before pushing past him. I walked out, slamming the door, and went straight to my apartment.
 
I sank to the floor. For the first time since the accident, I cried. I knew she could probably hear me, but I didn't expect her to think anything. Who would? I was no different than about half the other soldiers. Nobody wants to be with a man who's never home.
 
I got to my apartment and slammed the door behind me. I started pacing and froze. I walked back out, going to the local liquor store. Getting a couple bottles of vodka, I showed the clerk my I'd...a fake one of course...and went back home. After closing and locking the door, I went to my bathroom and sat against the wall, taking large drinks if the alcohol. Then I did something I hadn't done in five years. I searched around for a small container and opened it, revealing a razor blade. Taking it out, I took another swig before digging it into my wrist. For the first time in five years, I cut.
 
I got a bad feeling after about an hour. I didn't know what, I just felt as though something bad was happening. I ran down to her house and started pounding on the door. "Are you okay?" I yelled anxiously.
 
I stood up with the second bottle, obviously intoxicated. There was a decent size pool of blood in the bathroom and some was dripping down my arm. The bottle was half empty, and I took another swig, clumsily making my way to the door. I opened it and leaned against the doorframe. "Hellloooo."
 
I saw the blood running down her arm and splotches on the floor. "What have you done!" I screamed. I threw the vodka bottle out of her hand and scooped her up. I ran her to the bathroom, hoping to find towels to stop the bleeding, but instead found a big pool of blood on the floor. I threw open a cabinet and luckily found a big bathing towel which I held as tightly as I could to her wrist. Without even pausing, I started running out to take her to the hospital, worried she had cut an important artery.
 
I started kicking and struggling to get down, feeling like I was gonna vomit. "Put me down!" I screamed as my fear started overtaking my intoxication.
 
I held her tighter. "I won't let you get hurt." I started to run faster, not knowing how much longer I could keep holding her down for.
 
I closed my eyes tightly, shaking uncontrollably. I started mumbling unidentifiable words to myself as I started crying softly in fear.
 
I tried to tune her out, not going to let her prevent me from helping her. I shouldered through the door to the ER. "Help!" I screamed as my legs gave out from exhaustion. A nurse came out with a stretcher and wheeled her away.
 
When I woke up, I looked around the room and coon realized I was in a hospital room. I started trying to sit up and unhooking myself from the beeping machines.
 
I sat in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to tell me the news. How could she be scared of me dying if she was just going to go and try and kill herself?
 

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