YOU CANT TAKE BEING RIGHT CAN YOU. IM LISTENING TO YOU AND YET IM STILL THE BAD GUY.

Jesus christ. -he yelled- IM DONE, I TRIED TO COOPERATE AND YOUR THE ONE PUSHING ME AWAY ASSHOLE

Im s- -he just stood stopping himself- ill listen to whatever you wanna say

He stood slowly- no need. Im leaving town

That “defensive” feeling.

He mumbled looking off-

He slammed a fist- EVERYTIME I LOOK AT YOU I GET A FEELING I DONT WANT. I CANT PUSH IT DOWN. I CANT IGNORE IT. SO ITS JUST BEST I SHUT UP AND LISTEN BEFORE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS. AND IM FLOODED WITH THIS UNBEARABLE GUILT.

He stared just gripping onto the chair- im sorry

Because there isnt any fixing this. I took lives and a few years of therapy wont change that. I want to change. But i cant

Fine -he choked down his words holding strands of his hair while looking away- im an asshole and I apologize.

I can get around just fine without.
SORRY, i fell asleep))

School in 3 days))
He sat back down not even caring-

He slowly went to stand-

What??

He out for the most of it but woke-

He crawled to the kitchen tryna reach the counter but something fell on him and he passed iut-

He went to reach the phone but he couldnt and he groaned in pain-

He tried to get up but but he quickly fell yelling in pain-

He wanted to eat but he wasn’t allowed to get out of bed and just laid sighing-

He woke up early-