Broken

Payton

I draw with silver,
And it turns red.
Magic
-unknown

Caleb took me to his house. His mom greeted us and quickly shoo'd us away without another word. Caleb led me to his room. Once we stepped in I took in the sight of his room, posters were on the wall, his room was surprisingly neat, you'd think he'd be like me if he were in that shitty club, messy room, torn up posters and shit, but. Not Caleb. I think Caleb is a neat freak.
After we talked about our deep DEEP conversations, I checked the time 9:25 PM "I have to go" I said getting up from Caleb's bed "can't you stay the night?" Caleb asked "I could call my dad.... but he'd probably just... yell at me" I shrugged "just try" Caleb smiled AGAIN! WITH THAT STUPID SMILE. Actually, not gonna lie, Caleb is... kind of cute... I guess. I don't know. Anyway. I pulled out my shitty of a phone and called me dad also biting my nails because of anxiety "hello" my dad said "uhm... hi" I said in a shaky tone "what do you want, I don't have time for your bullshit kid" my 'dad' said "I... uh.. wanted to ask if.. I could... uhm... spend the night at... a... friend's house..." I gulped "friend? SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A FRIEND!?" Dad screamed into the phone making me slightly jump back "since uhm... today" I said... wait.. I barley know Caleb. Why am I referring him as a friend? Ugh! "Well. I don't care, I wouldn't be feeding you tonight anyway" he said hanging up "what'd he say?" Caleb asked "he said he doesn't care...." I said "okay, well, I'll sleep on the floor... and... you can sleep on my bed" Caleb said. Honestly, I wanted to sleep in the same bed, I'd feel... safer that way. I nodded in response but my eyes were just focusing on Caleb in... sadness. I guess.
Caleb slid off his bed and pulled out an air mattress from his closet and set it up on the ground, he then grabbed a blanket and 2 pillows from the closet and set those up too, he got under the blanket and his head sank into the pillows, I didn't get under the blanket on the bed, I'm not used to having blankets, Caleb turned over "what's wrong? Can't sleep?" Caleb asked, I shook my head "I don't feel safe" mumbled/whispered "what?" Caleb asked "i don't feel safe..." I spoke a little louder, I could tell Caleb was a little sad, just by looking in his eyes "I could... uhm... sleep in the bed with you..." Caleb suggested hesitantly, I nodded and he got up.
He shifted over to the bed and climbed in and got under the covers, so did I, because I finally felt safe...ish.
I yawned and fell asleep.
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The next morning. I woke up to Caleb's arm around me, I slightly smiled. Wait WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING!? I BARELY KNOW THIS KID!
Soon Caleb woke up and saw where his arm was and he smiled a bit "Breakfast!" I heard his mom call, we quickly got up, I realized I didn't have a change of clothes "I think I have to go home" I said "why's that?" Caleb asked stretching his arms "I don't have a change of clothes" I said "you can.... uhm.... borrow my sister's" he suggested "you have a sister?" I asked "yeah, but, after our stepdad left, he took her with, and all her stuff was left here" he explained. I nodded and we went downstairs "mom, can Payton borrow Janessa's clothes?" Caleb asked "yeah, sure, they won't be used for anything else" his mom said "thank you miss......" I paused remembering I don't know Caleb's last name "please. Call me Leanne" she said, I nodded and Caleb took me upstairs "do you still get to talk to your sister?" I asked as we walked into the room "no, not really" he shrugged, I nodded, and Caleb let me pick out the clothes I wanted to wear today. These clothes are much nicer than the ones I own,
After I picked out what I wanted to wear:

We walked back downstairs after and ate. Then Leanne drove us to the club.. or.. prison i guess.
We got out and went inside, I sat down and Caleb sat down, the boys in the class just stared at me, and so, i. Being me, rolled my eyes at them and maybe or maybe not stuck the middle finger up at them, my eyes then locked on a pair of scissors

Hey. Maybe I could cut myself with those and die that way, blood splattered everywhere. Poetic enough? No. Probably not

Soon Mr. Densey came in and went on about suicide prevention shit and other bullshit.