(TW: self harm)
Screech POV:
I slammed the door shut behind me. I just couldn't take everyone's bullshit anymore— it was nonstop, 24/7, something's ALWAYS going on. I couldn't even tell that tears were spilling from my eyes before I watched them fall to the ground.
I did the one thing I did well. The only thing I could do. Roll up my sleeve, rummage through the drawers...
... where is it?
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Figure POV:
I immediately sprung up as Screech slammed the door behind him... I was surprised the door was still on its hinges with how much it gets slammed or kicked down.
I banged on the door. "Screech— open the door... please."
I didn't get a reply. Ambush walked up next to me. "Maybe he just needs some time alone..."
"I know... I just... want to make sure he's ok."
"Wow," Rush spoke up from the couch. "Good on you, Seek. Being such a good big brother."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, MAN!" Seek yelled back.
"CAN WE NOT FUCKING START THIS RIGHT NOW!?" Glitch bursted.
"Dude— calm the fuck down—" Shadow grabbed his arm. "It's not worth it, man."
"No, if he wants to say shit, he can say it." Rush interjected.
All of a sudden, the non-verbal, shy Hide we all knew stood up and fucking screamed. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR TWO FUCKING SECONDS! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"
Everyone was shocked. Nobody could even say anything— we all just sat with our jaws dropped. Halt burst out of the kitchen.
"I SWEAR TO GOD—" He began, being cut off by Hide.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! NOBODY FUCKING LIKES YOU! YOU JUST ADD FUEL TO THE DAMN FIRE! WE ALL NEED TO BE ALONE FOR A BIT, BUT YOU INSIST ON US BONDING WHEN THERE'S CLEAR TENSION BETWEEN US ALL! YOU ACT LIKE A FUCKING NAZI ALL THE TIME, DAMN!"
"Hide, take a deep breath—" I tried to reason with them.
"NO! I WONT DO SHIT! I'VE BEEN QUIET, I JUST WANNA AVOID THE CHAOS AND LIVE IN PEACE IN MY CLOSET— DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE EFFECT THAT HAS ON ME?! RUSH IS CONSTANTLY STARTING SHIT, EVEN THOUGH HE'S ONE OF THE OLDEST HERE! HALT IS CONSTANTLY FUCKING DICTATING US AROUND LIKE ADOLF FUCKING HITLER, SEEK IS JUST GROVELING IN PETTINESS, SHADOW AND GLITCH ARE JUST DETACHED FROM THE GROUP AND ARE PLAYING PATTY-CAKE WHILE INTENSE FUCKING SHIT IS GOING DOWN, AND FIGURE IS THE ONLY DAMN SOMEWHAT RESPONSIBLE ADULT HERE, DESPITE BEING AUTISTIC AND NEEDING MORE SUPPORT THAN THEY'RE GETTING!! I'M 16, I SHOULDN'T WANT TO BLOW MY DAMN TEETH OUT OF THE BACK OF MY HEAD!!" After having a whole breakdown, Hide stormed off to their room.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, WE ARENT DONE! YOU CANT JUST SAY SHIT LIKE THAT!" Halt went after them.
"THEY CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY WANT," Seek stood up. "I'VE FAILED AS A FUCKING BROTHER, AND YOU'VE FAILED AS A FUCKING ADULT. DON'T BOTHER THE 16 YEAR OLD WITH NO FUCKING EMOTIONAL REGULATION!!"
"OH, SO NOW YOU CHOOSE TO SWITCH THE FUCK UP, YOU TWO FACED BITCH—" Rush stood up, but got cut off by Ambush.
"YOU'RE JUST LOOKING FOR DRAMA, SIT THE FUCK BACK DOWN! I'M TIRED OF BEING YOUR WINGMAN FOR THIS BULLSHIT! YOU'RE AN ADULT, ACT LIKE IT! YOU AREN'T ACTUALLY MAD AT HIM, YOU JUST WANT DRAMA!"
"Damn, you right," he sat back down.
Yelling and arguing commenced between everyone, so much that you couldn't even tell what they were saying. Among all the chaos, Eyes stood up and walked over to where Ambush and I were, by the door.
"Yo, mind if I give it a shot?" He asked, gesturing to the door.
"Please, be my guest." I said, backing away.
He banged on the door. "Screech, open up, it's Eyes."
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Screech POV:
the slits on my arm stung, blood beading on my skin. It left a metallic-y aftertaste in my mouth. I gripped the box cutter in my hand tight, the only thing I could focus on while the screaming went on behind me.
Through it all, I heard banging in the door. And Eyes' voice. I couldn't even make out what he was saying, but I dropped the box cutter, immediately unlocked the door and pulled him in, shutting and locking the door again behind him.
I wrapped him in my arms, my tears pouring into his neck. Not knowing what else to do, he awkwardly wrapped his arms around me in turn. "Eyes... fuck—" I choked out in between sobs.
"Hey, it's ok, just... take a deep breath." His soft voice comforted me.
I did as told, gripping on his sweater. He took my hand and guided me over to the bed, sitting me down... his hand was so warm, compared to mine... I gripped his hand tight in mine. His eyes fell to my exposed arm, and he froze. Fuck—
"I—" I stuttered out, not knowing what to say.
"... what did you use?" I pointed over to the box cutter on the floor. I could tell he was trying not to freak out. "There's not fucking way we use the same box cutter..."
"wHAT—?"
"Shit, I said that out loud..." he trailed off, sitting back down next to me. "Never mind that."
"Yeah, never mind that... uhm..." shit, this was awkward.
"So, uh... about that... rumor..." I tensed up at his words, not knowing what would come next. "Uhm... never mind..."
I perked up. "No, what were you gonna say?"
"Nothing..." he turned to me and wiped the tears off my cheeks. It made my heart skip a beat... I reached my hand up and held his hand against my face. I could see his face get kinda red... hm, wonder why.
He let go of my hand. Damnit... only to reach for the cuts on my arm. Oh. Oh... why was that like... so sensual...
"Gotta stop that bleeding..." he muttered.
"It can wait..." I trailed off, looking but up at him. I hastily moved his bangs out of his eyes, so I could stare into his deep, amber eyes.
I found myself leaning in. He did too. He shut his eyes, I shut mine.
It was a heat of the moment thing... our lips interlocked. Just for a spilt second... before we both pulled away, snapping back to reality.
"GOD— WHAT WAS THAT?!" I shrieked out.
"EW—" He tried to dust off his lips, which just looked like he was hitting himself. I couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny, dickhead?"
"Nothing— nothing! You just... look so funny."
"What's that supposed to mean!?" He laughed with me.
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(A/N: hope u enjoyed that :) I was mentally fighting myself to not make Eyes fucking lick Screech's cuts. Next chapter is the family dinner chapter >:]!! Anyone else having trouble playing doors? Whenever I load into the game, it immediately crashes!!)
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