What Are You? - Ohmtoonz Fanfiction

Shelter (33)

"No. You seriously didn't. You're joking Mom." I pressed my hands to my head and squeezed. "You're joking." I fell to my knees and collapsed to the floor. She leaned down to help me up but I shot away from her in a panic.

"Honey I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be good to have them around. I know you're dealing with this in your own way, but so am I. I am the adult Craig and I made the decision to put them in the shelter!" She choked back some more tears and placed her knuckles to her mouth, biting down.

"They were all he had mom! Besides us." I scrambled up to my feet and stared her down. "He did so much for us. And you just threw away the last two things that were actually his." I felt a cold liquid start running down my cheeks. "I can't believe you did that. There's no way you did that." I started to argue with myself as if I was going mad. I could hear my own words but I wasn't processing them. "You wouldn't..." I clutched my stomach and ran up to my room, slamming the door and locking it. I heard my mother climbing up the stairs behind me. She walked up to my door, but didn't touch the handle. She didn't attempt to get in, or forcefully comfort me. Just waited till my loud breathing calmed.

"Craig honey?" I could barely hear her words over my pulsing body gulping for air. But the soft syllables still were there. "I made sure they were in a no kill shelter. I know that doesn't make things better, but I thought it might give you something to hold on to right now." She took a deep breath and I heard a thump on the other side of the door. "They will be put into good homes. Without my brother we won't have nearly enough money to take care of both dogs." She whispered that last part.

I stood up and slammed open the door.

"So that's what this is about?" I screamed, tears still streaming down my face. "Money? I'll get a job, three if I have to!" I yelled even louder, closing my eyes and screaming till I couldn't breathe. "Let me go get them, please don't let them stay there. Please! You're so horrible, I can't believe you would put them in a cage like that!" I shouted and shouted at her, awful things I didn't mean. I kept going until I fell to the floor to gasp for air. My mother went silent. Her hands reached down and pressed into my back, massaging my shoulders like she did when I was a child.

"Samantha was so much better at this than me." She whispered. Something I assumed I wasn't supposed to hear.

"You have to say her name right now?" I scowled and clenched my fists. She ignored my comment and kept going.

"We're going through a lot. I know you are hurting, and you just haven't released all of it yet." My hands lifted and she shuffled out the door. "I don't expect you to forgive me yet. But just know that I'm doing this for your own good. Getting all those jobs wouldn't be good for your health. Your grades would surely go down too." My head was pounding, and I clutched my stomach as it tried to breathe in too much air. My lungs were on fire and my eyes burned from dry tears.

"I'll do it. I promise I won't let my grades go down." I choked.

"I know you won't Craig. But in your efforts..." She paused and slowly started to close the door behind her. "You would kill yourself overworking."

Then the door shut. Her footsteps wandered back to her room before another door closed. I stayed on my floor weeping and gasping loudly. My hands were shaking so badly, and I didn't have the strength or balance to stand up. I wanted to sink into the floor where no one would find me. 

Where I would leave all my troubles up here and just...

Disappear.

My hands clawed at the carpet and left dark marks in it. I leaned my back against a wall and brought my knees to my chest, whimpering softly as my eyelids grew tired. I closed them and felt myself slip into a light sleep, only to have my body shook by two warm hands.

"Mini?" The voice called. "Craig!" The hands shook harder. My lids slowly lifted up and down, adjusting to the sight in front of me. Tyler, who seemed very panicked and frantic grabbed me and laid me down in bed.

"Tyler? Why...what are you doing here?" I asked quietly. He hesitated before hanging his head low.

"I don't really know. I was headed this way and just felt like I should stop by..." I shook my head and rubbed my already burning eyes. I winced in pain. Tyler lifted his hands and pressed them to my face, his thumbs running under my eyes. "I'm glad I did. What happened? Why were you shaking on the floor?" I stared into his large eyes and focused on his worried expression.

"It's stupid."

"Mini. It's not stupid." He said seriously. His stare was hard, if I didn't know Tyler, I probably would have coward in fear. "I guess I meant to ask you earlier but, are you okay? I mean everything with your uncle and you just seemed to brush it off easy whenever people were around. At the hospital you seemed so sad." His hands pulled back off me and to his sides. "But right after you cried you started asking questions and changing the subject. It's constantly like that. You're just avoiding everything. How are you not...broken?"

His words pierced straight through my heart. He was so incredibly firm and serious with his questioning.

Broken.

I wonder why he said it like that. Something so strange means so much to me.

Broken.

That's exactly how I felt. How did he catch on so quickly?

"I..."

"Don't fucking lie to me." I paused and leaned back into the bed, turning away from him.

"I'm not okay." I sniffled. Tyler stayed on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nope." I pulled a pillow over my head. He sighed loudly and shifted closer to me. The pillow was lifted off my head and set next to me sweetly. "Hey I was using that..."

"Craig." I froze at the deep sound of him saying my name. "Look at me." I blinked and slowly turned over to face him. He brushed some hair out of my face and leaned down. "Your eyes are puffy and you're still shaking." He moved away from me. "Please, tell me everything. You could feel better if you finally do." 

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Craig honey...just tell Tyler everything that happened before the panic attack. It's simple. Open you're damn mouth and say it luv.

<3 ARS

(IT IS ALMOST TWO AM KID YOU BETTER GET TO SLEEP OR I WILL COME AND READ YOU A BEDTIME STORY WITH A BAD ENDING. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT)