A Certain Sort Of Loneliness

Don't

He'd left his room today. Sat in the living room. It had been normal. None of them said anything - Emil wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

Had they noticed? How he scratched at his arms and tugged at his sleeves occasionally, how paranoid he seemed when they seemed to ride up just a little too far, showing just a tiny, tiny bit to much skin.

He hoped not. It would only bring more questions. More and more and more and more questions. He was sick of them.

"School is soon," Lukas had said out of the blue, voice cool yet terse,

"What about it?" He had responded, giving away no signs of anger, fear - he felt nothing. If he could not convince himself then at least he's have to make sure they knew.

"Do you want to go? I can set you up for homeschooling instead-"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm going. You can't stop me."

The fear was starting to leave an edge in his voice,

"I won't." Lukas answered, slightly taken aback.

"Good, then."

Silence settled around them once more, the air becoming thick and hard to breath as his emotions began to rise,

"Will you go to therapy again?"

"Why?" He stated more than asked,

"To keep you safe-"

"Why would you want that?" He'd slipped up.

"What do you-"

"I'll go. Ignore me." He interrupted, hoping that Lukas would forget forget forget and forget again, till nothing was left.

"Emil, are you sure?"

"It's fine." He was getting agitated now, scratching at the top of his hand,

"Is it really?"

"Who knows. Who cares." He wanted to leave. He needed to. Now. Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout-

"I do."

Shut up.

Don't

Lie

To

Us

Yeah sorry for late update and weird chapter I'm not exactly healthy rn I'll post better next chapter I promise this sort of weird chapter was just sorta needed to segway to the next part