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It was a simple autumn afternoon, the house was quiet. Nobody there to bother or yell after they left their parents' house. Although, small cries of pain could be heard from their bathroom.
As Shake's hands quivered with the razor blade in hand, the blood was a terrible sight.. He promised time and time again to quit doing this, yet it was difficult for him if it was something he's grown to do, all this self-destructive behavior started from a downward spiral of self-hatred, guilt, abuse.
'' Fuck.. Fuck.. '' He would mutter, his hands still shaking as he dropped the blade and fell to the ground, sobbing.
A small knock could be heard on the other side. As the younger voice spoke from the other side, the voice lingering with concern.
'' Shake..? You in there? '' Meatwad asked through the door, still jiggling the door handle.
'' I'm fine! go away! '' Shake yelled in response, his tough guy act hiding the fear and worry in his voice, enough to convince the younger boy to leave him alone.
'' Sorry.. I- '' He would speak up before shake cut him off instantly.
'' Just go! I'm not telling you again! '' Shake would bark at him again, trying to get him to leave quicker.
The other side of the door fell empty, Small footsteps fading out could be heard. As shake sighed in relief, the fear still lingered.. He broke his promise yet again, he kept thinking, *I won't be given another chance, it doesn't matter he doesn't even help me with this.*
Yet he wanted another chance. He wanted a chance to try again, yet that's not how it works.. After enough chances, they give up on you.
Shake would rise to his feet, sliding his gloves back on to try to hide the cuts he made as he bandaged those as well, before finally exiting the bathroom.
'' Well, well. Look who finally decided to show his face. '' Frylock would mutter to himself, already serving Meatwad's plate of dinner as he glared.
'' What about it? You gonna bitch and moan even more? '' Shake replied, trying to, once again keep up his tough act.
'' No, but you took so long that i forgot you existed. '' Frylock spoke as he finally looked at Shake properly.
Silence filled the room, the tension in the air was growing. Frylock made a slight scowl as he took note of the small bandages on Shake's arms, He would speak up.. Almost mocking him in a way.
'' Let me guess, you ruined yet another try to stop your cutting or whatever, yet you failed! Once again! '' Frylock spoke once more, finally mocking his brother as he watched his fragile side show slightly.
'' N-No?! I told you i stopped that months ago. '' Shake quickly blurted out, trying to defend himself. Yet he was right, he ruined another try to get better.
'' Yeah right. You said that a few weeks ago, yet i still see freshly made cuts. '' Frylock muttered, rolling his eyes at his weak ass excuse.
'' But i'm serious! I stopped doing that! '' Shake attempted to defend himself yet again.
'' Keep telling yourself that, I know that deep down, you won't stop. You'll forever make new ones every chance you get over every small inconvenience you encounter. '' Frylock spoke, his tone showing frustration.
. . .
Once again, Tension filled at the table. Meatwad stared at them with confusion, before going back to eating dinner.
As shake would stand there, his fragile side showing as he stormed off to the living room. He would lay back in his chair as he had a slight meltdown.
'' Oh dear god.. There he goes, having a meltdown over being called out. '' Frylock mumbled, a slight snort escaping his lips as he would put away the leftover plates.
As he finished up the kitchen work, he would walk down the hallway before calling out to Shake.
'' Goodnight! Not like you're gonna sleep or anything, but it is worth a try for you. '' Frylock said, those last words ending up a murmur escaping his lips.
'' Night. '' Shake spoke back, his tone lingered with frustration yet sadness.
. . .
As the night fell empty, Shake would arise from his recliner, stumbling to the kitchen as he poured a nice glass of water, sipping it softly as he looked out the small window.
He thought about it, he really wanted to make that call, to hear their father's voice. Yet is it worth it? Is it really worth hearing his abuser's voice again and again? He felt conflicted to do so.. Yet tonight, he would finally restrain himself to not make that call.
He would stumble back to his recliner, the small fleas biting on his skin as he slowly drifted to sleep..
Tomorrow will be a brand new day..