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==> Continue discussing emotional crap
Maybe you should stop the bleeding it looks pretty bad. You nod at the one single thought that stands out and tug off one of the bandages from your leg so you could wrap it around your finger. It was a shoddy job but the bleeding slowed some. Aaand there goes that spot on your leg again. Awesome. You sigh and just leave it at that since the wound on your leg wasn’t as bad.
You look up when he speaks, shrugging. “I-I..sssomeone had, had to do i-it and, and w-w-well nobody else w-would p-pick it up..sso..” You tried. You did. They wouldn’t listen to you or take you seriously. A lot of jeering took place so eventually you just stopped trying and let them do anything they wanted.
In hindsight maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
You just watch him from your spot on the floor, hesitating before managing to get up to your feet. You kind of didn’t want to but something urged you to go ahead and man up and do it, shuffling over and slithering in somewhat close to him.
The same voice tells you to say something but you don’t know what.
“….i-i..i..im..im ssorry..”
You look over at him as he sits down beside you, fuck you were rusty…
“You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. I should’ve appointed one of the others to take charge while I was gone… I’ll remember it for next time I slip off.” If you did though. You were getting too old for this, and the worst part was you weren’t even that fucking old!
Your thirty-ninth birthday was coming up, and you felt like it was your forty-ninth… Fuck you should not feel this old.
“…I uh… missed you… Seriously… I’m sorry I haven’t really been around… I’m tryin’ to stick close to home now so this shit won’t happen again…”
Source: sevendevilsluck
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==> Continue discussing emotional crap
You wouldn’t be as bad if you kept your hands busy, you decided, as you pulled out a small blade from the confines of your pockets. You’re not sure how keen he would be on you scratching runes into his floor so you start small, not even doing any sort of protection or destructive characters really. Just a design to keep you busy while the storm inside your skull began brewing.
You have to stop though and actually take in his words, hands shaking against the sliver of sharpened metal in your fingers.
“…s-shshh—” you swallowed. Nope. This stutter thing wasn’t going to be a thing that happens. “Stuff h-haa-as-” Deep breath. He’s not forcing you to do this, just chill.
“Stuff has, has h-h-happened-” fuck it. Stutter flies free then. “W-While you w-wwere, were gone. But I, I think.. It was, was f-for the..the be-best? You’re…you’re m-much more..more calmer nnnow compared, to, to N-New Years..” You try carving into the floor again only to slip and gouge the metal into your fingertip, causing you to hiss and recoil.
“D-Damnit….A-Anyway..I-I..I d-didn’t mean to, to ssspring all of t-this on you I, I just w-wanted t-to sssee you, and, and and, though you were busy I f-felt it wasn’t s-such a b-bad idea to, to watch you w-work. I’ve, I’ve b-been wanting to s-see you all, all this tii-ime,” Breathe. “B-But, but, you’ve b-been gone…a-and thats fffine! Really!” You think. Your brain tells you that he had been nothing but hurt while he was gone.
Thats not fine.
“I-I’ve…I’ve t-tried to keep, keep everything under c-control just..just like you would…b-b-but I..I can’t d-do it l-like you or..or w-w-without you..” You watch your shaking hand as blood rivets down into the floor and seeps into the runes you had carved, pooling in the deep etchings.
“I…I t-tried though…B-But it j-just kind of…fffell apart..”
You knew things were going to happen…. You knew it was out of your power though… If something was going to happen it would happen.
“I know Die… You don’t need to pick everything up when I slack off or when I’m gone. That’s not your job…” You sigh and remove your arm from over your face and look over at him, wondering if this was going to end badly. “I invited you back here not just to talk about all this Die…”
You wanted company… You hadn’t slept in what feels like forever… maybe having him around would help. You pat the side of the bed that was free, wondering if he would get up and come over.
Source: sevendevilsluck
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==> Continue discussing emotional crap
Oh. Door. Right. Yeah, people had habits of eavesdropping as soon as there was the slightest hint of something personal going on. It was kind of infuriating to live with people like that but you get the door before walking near the bed.
You don’t look at his scars. You knew he had some, just like you, so you’re just used to them.
More to look over on a drunken night stand.Besides, its rude to stare and you’re pretty sure it would bother him on some fundemental level.Your gut twists as he talks so you just kind of…sink down to the floor as close to the bed as you’re comfortable with, folding yourself so your knees are against your chest. He had a point. You know he did. But you were just being childish because yet again, you didn’t want to say things that made you look like a total fool, not that you hadn’t already.
“…al-alright..” Hopefully this time around you would be able to speak straight English. “I,I can d-do that..I t-think…”
Think. Keyword. Try is another word that comes to mind. Try as in, try not to fly off the proverbial handle and dump everything right onto the floor.
Yeah, this was gonna be hard… Die was always like this when it came to emotional crap… but so were you… You didn’t freak out as much, but it was like fucking pulling teeth…
“I know I’ve been gone a lot… and after New Years and the thing with…” With you hallucinating and about to shoot your own head off… “y’know… I’ve jus’ been trying to pull everything together. Goin’ off was supposed to be my break, but ended up getting myself fucked up even more. I’m sorry I was gone for a while, then when I came back just sort of…. feel out of contact?” Can you really do that when you live in the same house as him?
“To be honest I can barely remember the past week or so, it’s like I was on fuckin’ auto pilot or something… I haven’t been meanin’ to ignore you or be gone so damn much, it jus’ sorta happened…” You didn’t want to tell him that the whole thing just sort of got to you…
Fucked up thing was you’d been beaten up worse, but it was the fact that you were gone for a week and no one really came looking for you that you know of. Stitch didn’t say a word to anyone when your effigy was getting torn to shreds, and he barely even asked about it when you got back.
It kind of felt like they just sort of wanted to act like nothing was wrong. Like maybe they wanted to get rid of you?
Maybe you were just being overly paranoid… being tortured would do that to anyone you supposed.
Source: sevendevilsluck
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==> Continue discussing emotional crap
You nod, despite him not even seeing, and walk in, your fingers twitching with returning nervous energy. You mentally remind yourself that its not a crime to do these kinds of things and that ‘normal’ couples did in fact talk about things that were bothering them even if it made them want to run and hide behind someone else until it all blew over.
But then again, you two weren’t exactly a normal couple.
Hell you weren’t even a couple.You just kind of shamble in and look at everything but him, giving yourself a crash course on what his floor looks like. Then you realize just how pathetic you look in your old tanktop and pants and blood stains and everything. Maybe you should have cleaned up some what before you came. At least put on clean pants.
No. Thats stupid. Shut up.
You sigh and run a hand through your hair and finally look up at him, your confusion clearly expressed.You felt similar to a child that had been called after being discovered doing something cruel.
God you were bad at this.
You wave him over with your other hand, not bothering to look up at the moment, you were tired after all. “Jus’ close the door b’fore you come over here.” You didn’t want anyone else to hear that they may or may not talk about. This was a private matter, and he aimed to keep it as such.
He wasn’t wearing his shirt so the brand new scars were visible. Long gashes, missing pieces of skin made from god only knew, burns, the fresh bandages… He’d been a mess, and still kind of was, but at least he was healing…
“There’s a lot we gotta talk about… I’m not gonna force you to though if you don’t want to, just think it’d be good… as much as I hate to admit it…”
Source: sevendevilsluck
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==> Continue discussing emotional crap
You knew. You didn’t want to admit, because your retaliation to the whole thing was to pretend it didn’t exist. Which you were sure he did as well. Which wasn’t really healthy. Well, you two really weren’t healthy to begin with. You both had a truckload of problems and look at what you did for a job. Hell, look at what he was doing while you two were ‘discussing’ all of this.
You two were obviously the poster children for what was wrong with the world.
You nod at him and turn to leave, stumbling a bit as your legs refused to cooperate. But you ignore them and look over your shoulder, opening your mouth to speak but really what just comes out of your mouth is a giant stuttery mess that kind of sounds like ‘I missed you too’ if you put it through six different translators.
You just kind of slap yourself in the forehead and abscond.
God this was terrible.
==> Some time later.
After managing to secure a more stable mind set and bandages for your legs, you just kind of meander around the floor you were currently on, essentially stalling before you have to go see Crowbar. You didn’t really want to do this. Actually, what you wanted to do was go crawl six feet under and take a nice dirt nap.
But that wasn’t really an option.
So you just kind of take a deep breath, pray you don’t start stuttering again, and go to knock on his door, hoping he’s in there. All of this seems weird and extremely out of place and at any time you’re waiting for that drop that helps you recognize its a dream.
But the dull ache and throb in your wrapped up legs tells you you’re wide awake.
And making a total ass of yourself to your
boyfriendcoworker.
You had finished hacking up the body a while ago and had just gotten out of the shower, a nice long cut running along your stomach from Alan fighting back earlier. It was right over your old scar, the one that had nearly fucking killed you about a month ago. You were amazed that it hadn’t actually fucking killed you since so much fucking flesh was gone leaving a pretty deep dip in your muscle.
Thankfully it wasn’t a deep cut so it didn’t actually damage anything important other than still healing flesh. Bandaging it wasn’t a big deal either, you were just worried that Die would freak out a bit. You’d be fine after cleaning it up.
Oh. A knock, that must be him.
“It’s open, come on in.” You state as you lean back in bed, arm draped over your eyes to keep out what little light was in your room. You’d seemed to be spending a lot more time in the dark as of late… you wondered if that was healthy or not but then remembered that nothing you did was ever healthy.
Source: sevendevilsluck
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==> Make him pay
It wasn’t really that he was neglecting you, it was the fact that you were neglecting the basic human action of letting emotions that needed to be out, actually be out in the open. Like. Feelings that you didn’t understand. It was common sense to figure out that which you did not know but hey, you’re the one person in the world that figures its better to let it fester into a mental illness than actually talk about it.
And you wonder why you lose your shit and have little emotional implosions.
You just kind of sit there, trying to curb away a more drastic reaction and a total complete freak out. You have SOME dignity to salvage.
You hesitate to look at him when he speaks but you manage, bothering to turn your head and actually look at him this time.
You didn’t want to talk about anything anymore, let alone this and somewhere private where he can pay full, undivided attention to your blithering stupidity.
“…ssssure.” You manage to spit out and nod, going back to hiding your face in your knees. You feel like you should take the hint that he needs to finish alone so you just kind of stand on wobbly, throbby legs. Maybe clawing them to shreds wasn’t such a good idea. Hindsight is 20/20. To be honest, you would have kicked yourself out a lot earlier before this bullshit went down.
But Crowbars kind of tolerant with you and you’re really glad for it. You’re glad for him in general but.
“I-I-I’ll j-j-usst-“
Shush.
“G-G-G-“
Shut it.
“Y-Y-Yeah.”
You two had issues. Like. Seriously. You two were fucked up emotionally. The others too, but that wasn’t the fucking point. You two were fucking emotionally retarded. You knew that, and Die probably knew that, and yet here you two were being emotional and shit because if you didn’t get it out now then it wasn’t ever gonna get out.
Besides… you two had been apart, and you did kinda miss his company, and he obviously did too…
Things were weird now maybe, but fuck it, some nice new scars and missing pieces here and there weren’t a big issue. You two could catch up you guessed.
“Okay… Go on ahead. I’ll catch up in a few, just gotta finish this up and then tell the guys to dump it somewhere…” They needed something to do anyway. You hadn’t really been sending them out a whole lot, you needed to. Those idiot would tear the house apart if you didn’t.
You turn to go back to what you were doing but pause. “And uh, Die.” You look back up at him. “I uh…. missed you.”
Fuck you were awkward….
Source: sevendevilsluck
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==> Make him pay
==> Have a catastrophic melt down.
No, you weren’t quite that far down your hysteria line. You were close though. You were officially facing all of this stone cold sober [did it even count as being high when you were stuffed with Xanax to avoid your own mental process?] and a lot of feelings you didn’t want seeing the light of day were being unearthed. All because you wanted company.
You just dig your nails deeper into your legs. Blood begins to steep through the thin fabric but at this point you really don’t care.
“N-No, you’re, you’re f-f-fine as leader, b-better than, than anyone elssse in this s-stupid company,” You wince at your stutter. Well this was going nowhere pretty fast. And you apparently still cannot find a way to just STOP TALKING. “I, I j-just-“
Breathe. Bottle it, man.
“Ffffuck-“
Exhale. Keep it in.
“I-I j-j-just dont w-w-want you to, to, die, okay, okay. I c-can’t handle, handle that a-alright-” STOP. TALKING. JUST STOP. “I-I-I just,jussst-“
STOP.
And you do. Magically. You just try to focus on not completely losing your shit and saying more things that you will regret. Your legs are now personal scratching boards, blood pooling at your heels. Death seems almost too welcoming after this display.
“This isn’t about me being a leader Die.” You speed up your pace, the stench of blood not helping all this. “I meant be a better friend…” [boyfriend, companion, whatever the fuck this was called] You weren’t sure if you had been ignoring Die on purpose or on accident, mostly because again, you really couldn’t remember what had really happened in the past few weeks… everything was a blur. You knew though that you were kind of neglecting the poor guy…
You halt your current actions and wipe your forehead with your forearm, only succeeding in smearing blood all over your forehead. This wasn’t going to go away…
==> Make a fool out of yourself
You swallow back bile and muster the courage to actually fucking speak your next sentence.
“… You uh…”
Come on be a man.
“Do you-“
Out with it before you swallow your tongue!
“Die… you wanna talk about this in my room in a bit? I’m not mad, just gotta finish this up and then we can talk someplace more private…”
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