Pairing: Tall!Curly!Goth/Red!Goth aka Ash/Izzy
Warnings: Slash, mild violence
Author's Notes: Song is "Numb" by Linkin Park. I really like this one. Review, dolls!
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly
Afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Is falling apart right in front of you
-"Numb", Linkin Park
Izzy sighed and flipped his bangs out of his eyes, listening to his parents scream at each other from downstairs. They were fighting about him again. As always. Didn't they know what this kind of shit did to a child? How fucked up it made them? Years of therapy wouldn't be enough to "fix" him. Though he wasn't broken, just dark and tortured. Never broken though.
Being broken would entail him admitting that he cared enough about the people downstairs to let them affect him like that. They didn't. Maybe they had at one point, back before he met Ash, but not now. Now they didn't matter. Just two more sheep to go along with the herd.
He lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply, slowly releasing it through his nose. He thought briefly about texting Ash, but then thought better of it as a loud crash sounded from the living room. More screaming filled the house. He couldn't make out the actual words, but he knew it was about them losing their control over him.
Well, sorry, but he wasn't going to be treated like some fucking puppet on a string to do your bidding whenever you wanted him too. The world just didn't work like that. He didn't work like that. He wished he could just run away and never come back to this shitty little town. There was nothing for him here anyway.
Okay, there was one person, Ash, but he was hoping that once they turned eighteen, he could convince Ash to leave with him. Just go and never look back. Never have to see this place again. Never have to deal with idiots here, who never understood a goddamn thing about anything.
But until then, he would just have to smoke and listen to the screams below him and dream about it all.