Crowley was supposed to find us a way home, right?
Listen, you love this world. You love all of the friends and memories you’ve made.
But you miss your family and friends back in your old world.
You miss your home and home cooked food, and all of the games you have and your comfy bed:((((
You miss not having to take care of an entire schools problems one by one.
You miss home.
The worst part about all of this is that he hasn’t been searching for a way home for you!! At all!!!
He doesn’t want you to go!!
Or, even worse, he has found a way home for you.
He just hasn’t told you because he doesn’t want you to leave. And you won’t be leaving on his watch. You’re too important to the school, to all your peers, to him.
You’re like a daughter/son/kid to him!!!
He’s not gonna let you leave THAT easily.
It’s after Vils overblot, and you are worn out. You are sick of all of this. You are tired and covered in bruises and burns. You are tired of getting hurt practically every day for this bullshit.
You walk into Crowleys office the next day, limping slightly due to Vil pretty much kicking your ass.
“Crowley.” You say, shutting the door behind you.
“Prefect!! Why, it’s lovely to see you! How are you doing?” He says joyously, not bothering to look up at you.
“I’m-” “That’s fantastic!! I’m glad you’re doing so well!” He interrupts, not letting you get a word out.
“So, I need you to-”
“No. Crowley I NEED you to listen to me.” You shut him up instantly, not wanting to run his stupid errands in your current state.
(Or in general.)
“Well, what do you need Prefect? I’ll give you anything you need!! For I am ever so gracious!”
“I want to go home.”
And as soon as the words leave your mouth, he starts sweating and begins to panic inside. He doesn’t want you to leave!! He needs you! Why would you want to leave? You have so many friends here!! What about them? What about him? What about your teachers?
“Have you even been searching for a way to get me home this entire time?” You put your hands on his desk, glaring at him, “Don’t say you’ve been busy with your paperwork. Half the time you make ME do your stupid paperwork.”
“Uhm..unfortunately no..I haven’t had much time with all the overblots and all!! Those keep me very busy!” He nervously laughed as you continued to glare.
“What?! Dude, you don’t solve those overblots!! I do!! I always do! I’ve solved every single god damn problem thrown at me since I was pushed into this school! I’ve made sure your students don’t get hurt or, even worse, DIE thanks to these overblots!!!”
“I could’ve died last night Crowley. I could have DIED. I’m limping and covered in cuts and bruises!! Yet I still came to fucking school today. Yet I still had some type of fucking HOPE that you’ve been searching for a way to get me home!”
“Maybe you don’t want me to leave!! Maybe, just maybe, you wanna keep me here forever!! That way you never have to deal with your students problems again! Because instead of coming to you, they’ll just pile it onto me! Is that you want you want, Crowley? Huh? Is that fucking it?”
Tears poured out of your eyes like waterfalls as you ranted and yelled, throwing your hands up in the air as you let everything out.
Crowley stared in disbelief, not knowing what to do or what he should do.
He’s never had a student come into his office, yell and scream at him, and then bawl their eyes out before.
You collapsed onto your knees, breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath.
You felt like you were choking on the air you desperately needed. All you could taste was the saltiness of your tears, and all you could hear were your own sobs.
“It’s not fair Crowley…I’ve done so much for this school and I get NOTHING! Absolutely NOTHING!!! It’s bullshit! I wanna go home…..I want all of this suffering to stop….” You screamed, digging your fingers into the carpet you sat upon.
Then, the office was filled with silence.
Crowley didn’t know what to say.
Should he apologize? Should he tell you the truth?
What should he do??…
“…prefect I-”
“Save it. I’m fucking done Crowley. I’m so fucking done..” You cut him off, struggling to stand up.
Everything hurt. You were light headed and your eyes were blurry. Your legs felt like jelly and your head hurt worse than before you came in.
Before you knew it, you collapsed. You world went black as your head hit the carpet below you.
The last thing you heard was Crowley screaming, frantically calling for the nurse, and the footsteps of people rushing in.
Why is it always You?
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