Put The Hurt In Hurting

Everyone would care for Y and ask X to help them because they’d been in an accident, X, and you two were really close, right?

X being confronted with a good Y wondering if all the things X went through were even real and the only one who could confirm that everything did happen is looking up at them for guidance. X flinching from a hug from Y and trying to play it off as something else. Y asking to go to certain places that held bad memories for X and were they even memories?

X doubting themself because how can Y do any of those things when this Y feels guilty for not saying ‘excuse me’ to a cat on their doorsteps? X trying to persuade themself that maybe none of those things happened. Maybe they got those scars because they really did fall down the stairs. Maybe the black-eye really was from walking into a pole. Maybe they really weren’t lying about that busted lip because X was always clumsy and forgetful and Y is so nice and polite and sweet and- the corner of Y’s lips pulled downward ever so slightly that X was thrown back to that cold pit in their gut, pupils blown wide, and shivering.

Y asking X if they’re alright because they were smiling not a second ago. X wanting to confront Y but not knowing how to start and really, how can you prosecute someone who had no idea what they did? How can you ask justice from someone with only your word as proof that they hurt you? Ignorance of the law excuses no one but the the burden of proof is on the one who declares, not on one who denies.

It can start scenes like:

“I wanted you to die. Did you know that?” X stated staring at the cracks on the pavement. “I prayed that your plane would crash and you’d die. I wished- I hoped that you’d suffer as the plane crashed to the ground. Its warped metals dug in your skin and the heat charred you. I prayed for that damned plane to crash into the ground and crush you in it.“ They looked up at Y and gave a grin, “And it did. Everyone in that plane died. Except for you.”

Or-

“I wanted you to die- I wanted you to suffer even a fraction of what i did under you. I wanted you to ask why. Why is this happening? What did I do? Why me? Because I did,” they sobbed. “but here you are! Given a second chance. A clean fcking slate. Out of all the people in that fcking plane, it was you who had to survive.“

Maybe a

“Why do you get to have the perfect life while I get haunted by nightmares of what you did to me? Why is it that you have the happy ending? What about me? Why can’t I be happy?”

Top it all off with something like this in the middle:

“No one knew what you did to me.” X laughed bitterly, “Even you don’t know what you did to me.”

Then make B pity A. Not in a vindictive and prideful way, no. Make B be genuinely concerned over A. Let B look at A and be horrified and shocked by what they saw. Make the person, dirty and injured and hurt as they are, look up at the one standing and ask, “oh no, what have they done to you? What did they do to you?”