01: The Aftermath

TRIGGER WARNING: There are mentions of Rape {but not the act itself}, and will be mentions of self-harm as well as suicide.

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I don't know what time it was when I awoke, but from what I could tell it was fairly dark. How long had I slept after what happened? I felt so tired, drained from energy both mentally and physically, though at the same time, alert. I couldn't sleep any more than I already had. I continued to lie where I was, just thinking. What was I after that? Was I angry, upset and maybe even scared? No, I know what I am. I'm broken. The masks I had worn over the years, each one shattered, maybe never to be fixed. I'm broken, possibly beyond repair. The great Izaya Orihara is no longer so great. I'm no longer a god to my humans, for gods are not so easily broken.

Now, I bet you are wondering what has happened. What happened, what could possibly break the great Izaya Orihara? One word, no one name can sum it up… Shizuo Heiwajima. The infamous monster of Ikebukuro did this to me. Though it's not how you think, he didn't finally catch me and beat me up during one of our chases. Oh no, he did much worse than that. Compared to what transpired prior to me passing out, I'd take a hit from a vending machine any day. At least that is something I would expect, then again that brute never does as expected. I don't know where said brute is right now, but I can tell he isn't nearby. I wonder if I can escape before he comes back, hell I wonder if I can even walk or function properly right now. If the pain is this bad now, how bad will it be when I try to move? Just trying to get up into a sitting position sent a huge burst of pain up my spine, and I think I may have a broken rib or two. Before I ended up here, that monster managed to land a few hits.

After exerting a fair amount of effort, I managed to get myself up and standing, fully dressed. I patted my jacket pocket to check I still had my switchblade. I thank the god I do not believe in that it is still there; heaven knows I will probably need it. Heh, maybe if I did believe in this God, I wouldn't be in this position. I can't change what happened though. No matter how much I wish I could. I should get out of here before he comes back, I don't know what he might do. However I do not think I can make it to Shinra's, or to mine on my own. The pain is too much and I know I won't be able to get all that far without help. Should I try and leave through his window, I don't think the front doors an option. For all I know he's just in the next room. Fuck it, I gotta get out of here and the window seems like a good choice.

Making my way over to and out of the window provided much more of a task than it should have, curse that brute it's his entire fault. I somehow manage to make my way down the fire escape resulting in minimal pain. I pull myself into a nearby alley, making sure I'm hidden in case Shizu-chan looks for me. I hastily pull out my phone and dial Shinra's number. I hear him answer in his sickeningly sweet way asking what I'm calling for. I tell him that I'm essentially broken and cannot make my own way to be fixed and for Celty to pick me up in the alleyway across from Shizuo's. I then hang up without giving him a chance to reply. He would only bombard me with questions, ones which I would not be comfortable answering out here.

I lean against the alley wall whilst I await Celty's arrival. She could take a while as she may be out on a job; I hope she doesn't take too long though. The longer I'm waiting here, the more chance of Shizu-chan finding me and for once, that thought scared me a little. Not too long later I hear a familiar neigh nearby and sigh a little in relief that is before I stop and stand up straight at hearing a voice behind me. "Why, hello there Izaya. Fancy seeing you out here."