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"Matt if you don't leave me alone I swear I'm going to throw you out of the locker room." Jeff gave an annoyed look to his brother.
"But Jeff, it's for your own good. We need to talk or you need to talk to someone else about what's bothering you. Your attitude lately sucks. You care about nothing but yourself and your performance in the ring proves it." Matt pleaded with his brother to listen.
"I don't give a fuck where it shows I'm not ready to talk to you or anyone else about ANYTHING ok? Get it through your head and leave me the fuck alone." Jeff turned his back on his brother and started shoving his clothes into his bag.
"Jeff..." Jeff turned around and shoved Matt backwards "JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE".
Matt stared bewildered at his brother. "Jeff please calm." before he could finish he was shoved hard against the wall. He squinted at the pain that coursed through his back. "Oh fuck. "Jeff realised what he had just done. It was the first time he had touched Matt like that outside the ring. "Please Matt I'm sorry... but just leave now. I can't handle anymore."
Matt stood there for a second before leaving the locker room, slamming the door behind him.
"Fuck Fuck fuck" Jeff swore to himself. He needed to get out of here. Why couldn't his brother just understand that he couldn't talk to him just yet? He didn't know when he would be able to. How could he ruin Matt's image of him by letting him see the dark suicidal crazy brother that he had. Matt was so pure, so innocent, so perfect. Everything Jeff wished he could be. Tears started to fall. He needed to get back to the hotel and fast...
At the hotel... He watched as the blade traced patterns over his arm. He closed his eyes as a sense of calm drifted over him. The pain helped him relax. It's what he craved. He cut close to the veins. Wishing he had the courage to press down deeper. How funny it was he thought that he could handle the pain on the outside but not on the inside. He started sobbing as he collapsed on the bathroom floor. He could head Matt calling out to him from the next room. He must have answered cos he stopped. He cleared up the mess and bandaged his arm and went to bed.
"Nooo" he could hear her scream as the car slid off the road. Jeff tried to brake but it was too late. Jeff woke up in a cold sweat. Fuck this shit, he thought to himself as he got up and started getting dressed. He couldn't handle it, he'd rather go out than deal with the dreams which seemed to plague him every night.
"Matt if you don't leave me alone I swear I'm going to throw you out of the locker room." Jeff gave an annoyed look to his brother.
"But Jeff, it's for your own good. We need to talk or you need to talk to someone else about what's bothering you. Your attitude lately sucks. You care about nothing but yourself and your performance in the ring proves it." Matt pleaded with his brother to listen.
"I don't give a fuck where it shows I'm not ready to talk to you or anyone else about ANYTHING ok? Get it through your head and leave me the fuck alone." Jeff turned his back on his brother and started shoving his clothes into his bag.
"Jeff..." Jeff turned around and shoved Matt backwards "JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE".
Matt stared bewildered at his brother. "Jeff please calm." before he could finish he was shoved hard against the wall. He squinted at the pain that coursed through his back. "Oh fuck. "Jeff realised what he had just done. It was the first time he had touched Matt like that outside the ring. "Please Matt I'm sorry... but just leave now. I can't handle anymore."
Matt stood there for a second before leaving the locker room, slamming the door behind him.
"Fuck Fuck fuck" Jeff swore to himself. He needed to get out of here. Why couldn't his brother just understand that he couldn't talk to him just yet? He didn't know when he would be able to. How could he ruin Matt's image of him by letting him see the dark suicidal crazy brother that he had. Matt was so pure, so innocent, so perfect. Everything Jeff wished he could be. Tears started to fall. He needed to get back to the hotel and fast...
At the hotel... He watched as the blade traced patterns over his arm. He closed his eyes as a sense of calm drifted over him. The pain helped him relax. It's what he craved. He cut close to the veins. Wishing he had the courage to press down deeper. How funny it was he thought that he could handle the pain on the outside but not on the inside. He started sobbing as he collapsed on the bathroom floor. He could head Matt calling out to him from the next room. He must have answered cos he stopped. He cleared up the mess and bandaged his arm and went to bed.
"Nooo" he could hear her scream as the car slid off the road. Jeff tried to brake but it was too late. Jeff woke up in a cold sweat. Fuck this shit, he thought to himself as he got up and started getting dressed. He couldn't handle it, he'd rather go out than deal with the dreams which seemed to plague him every night.