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He hated this.
He hated this stupid fights He had with his father over absoloutely nothing.
"FINE! YOUR ALWAYS RIGHT ANYWAY!"
he screamed from his room. Holding the door in his right hand before finishing that sentence and slamming it shut. Just loud enough for everyone in the house to hear him, the others were silently sitting down and watching eachother whilst alan walked next to them, going to his office.
"I SWEAR this kid is a fucking ticking time bomb."
He muttered under his breath Just loud enough for his friends to hear and slammed the door shut just like his boy.
Meanwhile, second closed the door and his face immideately calmed down. He simply stared at the dimly lit room with that similar burn and ache in his throat. He then looked around, breathing loudly to ignore the growing pain in his chest.
He took wobbly steps closer to his table that was a mess. He has to clean that up sometime. He scrambled to find anything sharp. he knocked over some pencils and markers as he tried not to let that damn sob that would create a domino's effect.
His hand then grasped a crafting razor blade that he used in..well.obviously crafts.
He let out fast breaths as he tugged at his pants and pulled them down, staring at his boxers then slowly pulled the silky fabric upwards, just enough to see his scarred thigh. he slowly brought the sharp metal down to his leg and swiped, pressing down.
Now, in his words. He was always a pussy on this. But this time, due to the shaking he fucked it up very badly. his eyes widened as he saw the shallow cut first turn white and widen, then slowly fill up with blood.
He scrambled for something, anything. And then he found paper towel that he used to swipe at his brushes and pushed it down. Seeing the towel quickly soak up the red crimson liquid that was dripping from him.
"Oh cursors. Oh cursors..fuck..! What have I done..no- UUGH!!"
this was the last straw.
He started sobbing. Hard. Trying to stop the bleeding as well as the tears in his eyes. His orange and green silky hair getting in the way.
Of course, he tried to keep himself silent because he couldn't risk anyone finding him like this. not even red.
So he held his breath and let go trying to take silenter, more calm breaths but it wasn't working. His leg was THROBBING In pain. He felt like throwing up but he couldn't leave his room of course. He silently stood up, the blood was now dripping from his thigh. He didn't dare take another step.
And just then, his door swung open.
There stood alan, he was looking down.
"Hey..kid. I'm really sorry for-"
He stopped dead in his tracks. His body stiffened as the air in the room thickened.
The tension could get cut by a knife.
Alan slowly looked down. Seeing tsc with a razor in his hand. His messed up hair. His teary eyes. And the blood running down his right thigh.
He let out a shaky breath as his face filled with pure terror. He took quick steps to second as he tried to back away but was met with a rough slap that made him fall on his bed. And before he could process the ache in his cheek, he felt himself get grabbed by the collar.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF SECOND?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!
He screamed at his face. He was too shocked to respond but stayed silent as alan screamed more shit to his face. But it was too foggy for him to understand, and not so later he saw his gang rush in the door and grab alan, trying to calm him down.
And when tsc was released, he fell back on the ground and crawled away. Looking at the face of his father as he was held back by a bunch of teenagers.
"SIR- ALAN STOP- CALM DOWN!"
Blue shouted, grabbing his shirt.
Red slowly approached second. Taking in the red color that was dripping down his leg.
"..second- wh..i- hmm."
He looked away, not daring to look at his leg that was a bloody mess. He slowly kneeled down and hugged him.
"Second- why would- ..why second..?"
He was unresponsive and stayed silent tears still running down his eyes as he looked at alan that was staring blankly at the wall. Just as he was about to look away, he heared another sob. But this wasn't from him. Oh no.
that was from alan.
Alan slowly grabbed his face as the kids released him. And fell back to his knees, letting out sobs and cries as the kiddos watched.
"Oh-...oh second.."
"Im sorry.."
His voice cracked at that sorry, not daring to look up from the mattress that he fixated his eyes on..