Part 11 ~ The Blade

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Mature Language
Mention of Blade
Mention of cuts
Mention of SH
Mention of homophobia

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"My b-blade..!" George cried out and collapsed into Clay's arms. Clay stood there frozen not knowing what to do

"W-What do you do with the blade.." Clay asked, scared for an answer but George didn't answer but instead cried

Clay walked George over to his bed and sat him down. "Breathe George.. breathe.." He tried calming George down.. it was working

"Good.. slow deep breaths" Clay sat down beside him, rubbing his back and calming him down.

George finally calmed down. "I'll ask again.. what do you use the blade for.."

"Don't.. worry.. about it.." George answered looking at the floor.

"George I need to know so I can help"

"WHY DO YOU CARE?!" George screamed which suprised clay. "WHY DO YOU CARE ALL OF A SUDDEN?" He added

"George i-" Clay got cut off by goerge screaming.

"YOU LITTERLY WANTED TO KILL ME LIKE WHAT 3 DAYS AGO?! AND NOW YOU ARE ACTING LIKE YOU CARE?! QUIT THE ACT CLAY I DONT CARE! KILL ME FOR ALL I CARE!!"

George now standing up and pointing at the door. "Leave now..."

"but George.."

"LEAVE!!"

Clay stood up and started walking out of the door. The door shut and George collapsed on the floor sobbing.

Part of him wanted clay to stay, comfort him and help him but the other part of him never wanted to see clay ever again..

He got up from the floor and started looking for it everywhere again. Starting to panic once more

He heard a knock on the door but ignored it.

they knocked again.

"GO AWAY!" George screamed and tears fell from his eyes even faster

Clay didn't listen and walked in. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU? GET THE FUCK OUT!!"

"George.."

"NO GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"Your mother told me to stay.."

"SHE IS LYING GET OUT!!"

she isn't lying..

"No George." Clay walked towards George slowly. George stood there frozen and crying.

Clay got closer to George to were he fell into his arms once again. Clay held him tightly.

"Shh shh.." He whispered while George cried in his arms "I got you..."

George looked up at Clay "Am I not good enough..?" George said in between cries.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone is saying I'm not good enough and I'm worth absolutely nothing because I'm gay!" He managed to spit out before sobs took over him.

"Don't listen to them"

"That's easy for you to say..."

"George seriously.. its not healthy.. you have to ignore them"

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