His lips were pursed in a tight line as he held back the barrage of emotions threatening to come forth. Her voice rang in his ears as she circled him like a lioness stalks her prey. She didn't stop, even when his wall broke and the tears rolled down his cheeks. Finally, to his relief she stopped. "Taaaaaaaavros?" she cooed. "Are you crying?" She asked, putting her hands on the end of his 4-wheeled device and leaning her face right up to his, examining the damp trails still falling down his face. When he failed to answer her Vriska's expression dropped from one of cruel mirth to one of utter disgust. "Tavros!" She muttered, shoving his wheeled device away from her hard enough to send the boy and device falling backwards. As he hit the ground Tavros felt the air knocked from his lungs and he lay there in a mix of agony and fear. He closed his eyes as he heard her footsteps approach and waited. He waited for her to grab him and yank him up or to take and shove her foot down on his chest but after a moment he realized she had done neither of these things. He opened his eyes and chocolate brown met icy blue as she stared down at him, the same look of utter disgust on her face, :You are soooooooo pathetic!" she muttered before she walked off, leaving the cripple to his own devices to somehow right his chair and get back into it.
Tavros sighed as he wiped away the leftover tears and, using all of his strength he maneuvered himself to sit up, gripping tightly at the overturned wheel. This was it, he couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't take another day like this. Vriska always found a way to make fun of him. Sometimes it was his wheelchair, others it was his caramel skin. It was taking it's toll on the young man. With a shaky breath Tavros tried to right his wheelchair but failed, succeeding only in sending himself back to the ground and the chair on top of him. He let out a quiet moan of pain before the weight was suddenly gone from his chest. He looked up and was met with the face of his best friend who had his normal smile replaced with a bit of a frown at the moment.
"Mother fucking hell, you okay Tavbro?" the taller asked as he set the wheelchair aside and knelt down to look at Tavros eye to eye. "What happened?" he asked, the normal drug induced tone in his voice for a moment was shook his head, unwilling to tell the tall, lanky man what happened.
"It was nothing Gamzee. Just Vriska again." he said quietly. Gamzee's eyes narrowed at the name. He knew the girl was cruel to Tavros and he had yet to figure out why. "Tavros...She flipped you over. That's not fucking nothing." Gamzee said. Tavros shook his head, pasting a smile on for his friend. "I'm fine. No real harm done." he said. Gamzee eyes him for a moment before he slipped his arms under the boys legs and around his back. He lifted him up and set him back into the wheelchair without a word. Tavros frowned as his friend turned from him. "See ya Tavrbro." Gamzee said as he walked away slowly, looking around absently. Tavros raised a hand to bid him goodbye and frowned deeply. "Bye Gamzee.." he muttered.
It was late that night as Tavros sat in his bathroon, staring at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy as he finally pulled them away from his reflection. He looked down as he reached out, grabbing the razor he kept hidden under the soap dispenser. This wasn't the first time the hispanic boy would drag the blade across his wrist. He watched in a mix of relief and horror as the red trailed down his skin, dripping into the pristine sink. He thanked god that his father and brother were out of town. Something about a ball game they just couldn't miss. Tavros didn't mind though. He liked to be alone especially at times like this. He felt his body start to shake as the blade once again cut into his wrist. He was careful not to disturb the other scars that littered it but with so many it was nearly impossible. After another few cuts, some deeper than others Tavros felt his head start to hurt and the bathroom around him started to spin. He let the razor drop to the floor with a clatter as he sucked in a deep breath. He couldn't complain though, this is what he wanted, what he was trying for. He looked up as he heard a rumbling from the counter. Oh, someone was calling him. He reached a shaking hand out and flipped his phone open. "Hello?" he said, trying to keep his voice strong.
"Tavbro hey! I'm mother fucking sorry I ditched you today. I just hate it when you take what Vriska does so well." Gamzee said from the other end of the line."And well I was wondering..." Tavros gave a slight smile as he listen to the other continue talking. "H...Hey Gamzee..?" he finally said quietly causing the other to stop.
"Yea Tavbro?" he asked.
"I'm really sorry.." he said slowly.
"Sorry? Mother fuck Tav, why are you sorry?"
"I just...I'm sorry..And thanks...For everything." Tavros managed to get out before he took in a sharp breath and dropped the phone to the floor, unable to even hold it to his ear anymore. He could still hear him, Gamzee calling into the phone. He smiled weakly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as Gamzee's voice lulled him into darkness. "Tavros? Tavbro pick back up! Tavros! TAVROS!?"