|Faceless| ~(Ranboo x OC)~

~|Chapter 63|~ Never The Same

18 days.

More the 2 weeks.

But yet it felt like months.

It was now a total of 18 days since I've seen my brother. The loud dumbass I've spent my entire life groaning about living with. And now? I take everything I said back. I miss him. I miss my life, to be honest.

I was supposed to go back to school in public. After doing online for so long, I was so excited. But I just couldn't. I barely even wanted to talk to my best friends, how could I socialize with people who don't give a shit about me?

So another year of online it was. Most of my assignments were untouched, and the completed ones had little to no effort in them. My current worth ethic completely contrasted my one from the past.

You'd think that getting to live with your boyfriend would be pretty nice, wouldn't it? Well when you're depressed, overworked, anxious teenagers it's not particularly enjoyable.

Flashback

"What the fuck do you want from me?? I'm out here busting my ass to take care of you and you're fucking complaining?" Jaxon yelled

"I'm not complaining Jaxon, I'm worried! You're constantly fucking working. Cleaning the house, doing the laundry, going shopping. Hell, I haven't seen you edit so much since I've known you!! You're back to streaming daily which we BOTH know is terrible for your mental health. You haven't had a full god damned meal in lord knows how long, and I can see the bags under your eyes from a mile away!" I yell back, not letting him get a word in

"Why are you so concerned now? After I've worked myself to the bone?? It's to the point where I don't feel normal if I'm relaxed. I crave the need for stress, it's not healthy. And it's all your fucking fault!" He walks closer to me

My eyes widen more "Me?! The fuck did I do??"

"For DAYS you just sat on your ass crying in bed. Do you know how much that fucking hurts?? Seeing my partner depressed in her bed, not even being able to get up to eat? And on top of that, you wouldn't even take care of yourself. I'm not your FUCKING dad!" Tears formed in his null eyes

"JAXON, I WAS DEPRESSED." I yell before taking a pause, too shocked to even formulate a sentence "My fucking brother was ARRESTED FOR NO FUCKING REASON. OF COURSE I DIDN'T TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. BUT IT'S NOT ON ME THAT YOU'RE WORKING YOURSELF TO THE BONE!"

"You put all of that depression and stress on ME. YOU DIDN'T LET ME BREATHE FOR 2 SECONDS. THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE DONE. DO NOT TRY TO VICTIMIZE YOURSELF"

"I NEVER TOLD YOU TO DO SHIT. THAT WAS ALL YOU, DUMBASS BITCH. YOU TOLD YOURSELF TO DO ALL THAT STUFF. YOU'RE REALLY PUTTING ALL OF THIS ON THE PERSON WHO WAS ROTTING IN THEIR BED AS HER LIFE CRUMBLED BEFORE HER?" Hot tears streamed down my face as I yelled

"You know what?" He asked ominously, the most calm voice he'd used all night

I felt a cold shiver go down my spine as my breath stopped in fear

"..Maybe I shoulda never asked your brother for your fucking username."

End flashback

I sniffled a bit, keeping a cold stone face as I remembered the events from a week or so ago. We hadn't talked or interacted much since then. Just small, numb glances.

He was streaming for hours every day. His energy was terrible and the worst content he had ever started putting out. I knew it, chat knew it, even he knew it. Yet, he continued.