broken heart-strings (seer x embalmer, +more ships apparently)

fifty-five

He shook on the floor, his head lost in his hands. He couldn't help but cry, as the others just watched. He must've been in pain for sure, but... he seemed completely hopeless so quickly.

"Aesop, babe, I swear that he's okay. Emily is taking care of Eli, alright? He's just been asleep for awhile. It's okay."

Tracy's words just made him flinch and shake harder. Naib looked down at him, wondering what the actual fuck to say. He could never be sure, but he did know that this was bad.

-:-:-

"You're a loser."

"Oh yeah?! Well you're a COWARD!" the innocent blonde yelled back at the other male. He couldn't help but smile, even though the other boy wasn't too happy.

"Are you kidding me?! I'm the coward?! Mike, you didn't fucking save!"

The acrobat giggled gently, grabbing Norton's upper arm and holding on tightly.

"Oh, come on, stop being so salty about it. Wu Chang was literally being friendly because Emily was in the match."

Norton was nearly fuming at this point. He wanted to scream and push the other boy, but he couldn't. His brain wouldn't allow him to do it, so he just stood there and breathed in harshly.

"Friendly? Fucking friendly? Yeah, Mike! He was friendly only after he CHAIRED ME TWICE THEN LEFT ME TO BLEED OUT ON THE GROUND! THAT SHIT HURTS!"

Mike flinched. He had never really been left like that, always escaping or getting strapped into a hell chair. He wasn't really thinking about the pain Norton was currently in, which made him let go of the boy's arm and take a step back. He looked at the other male, almost in a shamed way.

"I'm sorry... I wasn't paying attention and didn't realize that's how you got out..."

Norton's face immediately switched to pain, as he looked at what he did to the boy. Pure guilt fled through him, as he wrapped the acrobat in a gentle hug.

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I really didn't. It's okay, Mike. Don't worry about it."

Letting go, Norton gently let his hand linger by Mike's for a split second. The warmth radiating off of it was almost enough to push him over the edge of his free will and take it in his own, but he held back. Well... only when he heard a flashing sound from behind him.

Spinning around, there she stood.

Vera. Perfume-loving whore.

"Look at that. Just like I came here just in time to snap the perfect photo. What shall I call this one when I show the others? Boy love...? Unsuspected love in the manor...?"

"Vera, stop-"

Before he could get another word out, Vera snickered and began running up the stairs with the camera and the picture.

Mike's eyes went wide as the world, as he realized what that would do to him. Norton's mind was racing. She could not show them the photos of Mike and him hugging and almost holding hands while alone in a hallway. It'll look bad, like they were about to ride till dawn.

Norton's legs pumped quickly to run up the stairs. Mike, joe left behind, finally let the few tears building up fall down. He didn't want to let them, but he did. He couldn't take that, but it's not like he could take much in general.

"Vera! Where are you, you asshole?! Where the fuck did you go?!"

Norton's distraught voice rang through the manor loudly, causing a few to be worried and even more to gossip and whisper.

God, this was really bad.

Norton kept running around looking for the girl, asking who he could, but he didn't realize that he just left Mike at a point where the acrobat really needed someone.

-:-:- Mike -:-:-

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

The tears rolling down my face were fucking up my makeup, even though my next match wasn't for another hour or two. Maybe I'd leave the match, and just stay at the manor tonight. Yeah...

The sobbing was quite uncontrollable, as the thoughts of my life and situation rolled endlessly through my head. Happy, little acrobat! Happy little boy! So so so so happyyyy!!!

So... h-happy...

The sobs poured from my fragile body, as I just sat there in my oversized shirt and boxers. Everything in me felt drained, almost in a way I couldn't control at all. It burned through my eyes, leaving me a sobbing mess of blood and broken flesh.

I hadn't even noticed the knife. I hadn't noticed the empty bottle of pills laying beside me. I hadn't noticed a thing.

In just a moment, my body got very hot. It burned, sweat beading through my whole body.

It was the pills.

My first reaction was to freak out, but my body just lied itself on the floor. Everything was so hot, my stomach feeling so full that I couldn't hold it tight anymore. Blood and some slippery, white liquid dribbled out the side of my mouth, gently hitting the floor from where my body was rapidly shaking.

Foam. White foam.

Shaking, crying, screaming.

In the last moment I could stay awake, I felt my body jolting. My eyes widened. I needed to scream out for help. No, I regret it. I need to get help.

My arms flailed, but I could reach nothing. No one was coming to save me. No one would make it on time. I didn't actually want this.

I don't want this, but maybe it was never my choice to make.

-:-:-

Looks like I'm back and not dead JUST yet. I hope I can back into this farther than ever before.

-Mags++