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Dee found himself sitting at the edge of his bed, box cutter in hand. He's just had another argument with his mother, happened often, but was it really a valid reason to relapse over? Probably not. Like she says, he's just being and overdramatic princess. This was so stupid, why couldn't he have been strong like his mom, or a good musician like his father. He felt out of place, unwanted. He couldn't even hold a guitar right for gods sake, he was pathetic, maybe his father was right, it's better to be just, avoid fine arts, he doesn't want to make his father embarrassed and even more ashamed of him.
He stood up putting the box cutter on his desk, looking at his arms and running a finger across the bumps of scars. Nobody had noticed them, and if they did they didn't care. He picked back up the box cutter, out it against his out wrist pressed down and —
— shit. That hurt a lot more than he remembered. Whatever, after he put down the now bloody blade, he searched for his bandages. Pulling it out, he sat everything on his bed, it was bleeding a lot so he'd need to stop the bubbles of blood first. After finishing cleaning up the blood, he took to wrapping them, he is not looking for anyInfections.
“Dee! Heavy! Dinners ready!” Vicky yelled from downstairs. He checked to make sure not blood was seeping through before throwing on a long sleeved shirt and heading down.
Everyone was already seated in they're normal spots, he followed sitting in his own seat beside Heavy.
“Today we are having spaghetti! I didn't feel like making anything extravagant today, hope you don't mind.” Glam announced setting it onto the table before taking of his apron off, folding it and putting it aside. “how was everybody's day”
“mine was SO COOL!! I got so many compliments on my SICK piercings!” Heavy practically yelled, spitting food out.
Dee winced away, giving his little brother a grossed look before going back to staring at nothing.
“Dee? What about you, how was your day?"
“it was fine.” he spoke simply.
“arent you going to eat? Dinner is quite important!” Glam kept his gaze on Dee, who was the only one not eating so far
“not really hungry, I ate a lot earlier” he looked up at his father, giving back a similar look, only his seemed emotionless.
“very well then! Heavy, go on” he turned his attention back onto the youngest, who was ranting about whatever.
“Dee wasn't that badass! I kicked that guys ass!” he grabbed Dee's arm roughly, who immediately winced and pulled his arm away holding onto it
“dammit heavy don't touch me.” Dee shot him and angry glare before pushing his own chair back and standing up “I'm going to my room.” with that he left.
“well that's peculiar! What might be up with him?” Glam looked between the two gingers
“duno” Vicky grumbled, somewhat annoyed
“he was perfectly fine earlier walking back from school, I don't know what happened..” Heavy watched up the stairs, concern across his face
“I'll go check on him” he stood up, slowly making his way up the stairs and towards Dee's room. He knocked, waiting for a response, and once he got one he came in “is everything okay Dee? You seem tense”
“I am fine, dad.”
“do not lie to me, Dee.” he started, taking a step towards him “you know I do not like it when I'm lied to, especially by my children.” he scolded
“I'm fine.” cold eyes met one another, one filled with annoyance the other with — he didn't know, anger? Disappointment? Who knows.
“stand up.” Glam demanded, no hint of any emotion. Hesitantly he listened. As he stood he took is normal stature, standing straight, hands behind his back. He winced when he put too much pressure one his arm, hoping it was noticable.
Sadly, it was noticable.
“Dee. Show me your arm”
“no. Fuck you no.” he grit his teeth, taking a step back
“show me now.” Glams smile was no gone, replaced with a straight line “i am not asking.”
Slowly he pulled up his sleeves, allowing his father to take his left arm into his hand. Glam slowly and carefully began to remove the bloody bandages, his cuts were still bleeding. Dee refused to look up at his father, instead turning his head to the side and staring at the ground. Glam sighed before leaving the room, he came back with a med kit — a proper one, not just some bandages and water — and sat in front of his son on the floor. Taking his arm he sprayed some disinfectant onto the cuts. As they bubbles up Dee winced and pulled his hand away, his arm was shaking. “fuuckk-” he whined “that hurts so fucking bad” he held onto his shaking arm by the wrist.
“it's cleaning it, don't touch it” Glam spoke, reaching into the first aid kit, pulling out some gauze and bandages, pulling Dee's arm back towards him before dabbing it with the gauze. Replacing the now bloody ones with a new batch of them, he began to wrap Dee's arm, making sure to keep it firm, but not too tight. “I will b changing these regularly.” Glam stated, it wasn't an offer or even an option, it was what he was going to do, whether Dee liked it or not.