Journal [Ryden]

6.

     I hated myself a lot. I was forever drowning in my own self hatred and anxiety, but when I met Dallon it all seemed to pass.
But obviously, its not at all like that anymore. He makes me want to bang my head against the wall, even though he literally does that for me.
But I deserve it, that's what he tells me.

"Brendon?!"
My heart was racing as I ran downstairs to where Dallon was sitting, on the couch infront of the tv. He had a beer bottle in his hand, empty beer bottles around him, and bruises on his neck. Splendid. Way to keep this all a secret, Dallon.

"Yes?"

"Go get me some more beer"

"But you have some the-"

"Get me some fucking beer" his knuckles were clenched and I knew it was best for me to just go get it.

"Okay, I'll go get ready" he nodded and I ran up the stairs into my room, throwing my shoes on. I stood there looking out the window for a short time before picking up my notebook and tucking it down my trousers. I also threw on a black hoodie to cover up where you can see the notebook showing slightly.
I ran downstairs to get the £5 from him, thanked him then ran off.