Sorry for the lateness of this chapter! DAMN YOU EXAMS! DX Well, this chapter is in Dave 3rd POV~! ENJOY SORRY IF IT SUCKS!
OH! Also, this chapter is kind of what happened to me a few years back, so it's a little similar to my life story. Just so you know, the story is getting more twisted~! XD
Also, I have people from here who want no Stridercest, and people from my other account on AO3 who do want Stridercest, so I will be making both stories slightly different.
Stridercest (plus some fluff) on My username is GasMasks :)
On this site will be no Stridercest or yaoi.
That's all I have to tell you! Enjoy the story~!
Dave stormed into his room, furious and sad. He has never been grounded ever. Not a day in his life! And all because Bro wouldn't be a man and deal with the facts!
Dave laid down on his bed, breathing in and out, calming himself.
After he was calm, a wave of guilt rushed over him.
Dammit! Why did he say that to Bro!? He could tell that really hurt Bro! Hell, he remembers the first time Bro actually really hurt him, when he was eight. He cut him to deep during a strife. Caused Dave thirteen stitches! Bro hibernated into his room. After two days, Dave went to check on him only to find that Bro left through the window.
It was on the eighth day that Bro came back with a shit load of Pizza and Chinese and AJ.
He never mentioned it or said sorry, though Dave understood. He understood how hurt Bro was that he hurt Dave. How he had given him a very deep cut that needed stitches. He understood, he really did, which is why he never talked about that incident. Now about the times he hurts him in the future. He simply brushes it off, knowing Bro will leave for about a week, then come back with his favorite foods and drinks.
Dave sighed and sat up. He walked over to the door and pressed his ear against it. He wasn't going to leave, no that would be stupid. Bro would hear him and stop him. No, he was just checking to see if Bro was near by.
After a few silent seconds he pulled away, deeming it safe. He went to his bed after grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. He sat on his bed and began to write in the foreign language he learned by himself, just for this reason.
My bro found out about my cutting. I said some mean things to him that I regret. But I won't apologize. Strider's don't apologize out loud. It shows weakness. I also won't tell him why I cut. I won't tell him/talk to him about it either. I don't need to. He wouldn't understand. He probably thinks I'm weak for doing this, that or depressed. But I'm not depressed. I don't do this to get that feeling nor do I do it for attention or because I'm weak. I do it for a sicker feeling. I do it because I'm bored. It's sick, disgusting that someone can get so bored they just damage their body. It's scary that someone gets so bored that they might actually take their life. Boredom is a disease for me. I get so bored I just don't feel or see the point in anything. I live an everyday life. The same routine going by everyday. Wake up, shower, eat breakfast, go to school. During school I chat with people, eat lunch, go home. I come home, drink AJ, go to my room, do homework. Once homework is done, if Bro is home I go online and talk to people or make raps or draw. If he isn't, I cut and scar my body more then it already is. After that, I write my notes.
Weekends are a little like the weekdays. But more boring. More dangerous. I wake up, sometimes shower. I don't eat breakfast. I don't see the point in it. I either write, chat, watch movies, draw my comic, or I mix music. It's boring. By the end of the day, I'm cutting deep. The weekends are when I cut the deepest, when I cut the most. The weekends are when my boredom brings me closer to death. It brings me closer to death each time a weekend comes. It's terrifying, because I know the day I'll end my boredom will be soon. I'll become so overwhelmed with this boredom I won't notice I've ended my life.
Dave stops writing. He folds this paper and then puts it under his bed. He knows his Bro knows where his old hiding spot was so this will be a temp until he can find a new place to hide his stuff. He also needs to buy another razor. Dave sighs and lays down. The feeling of boredom is coming back to him. He sighs. He has no razor. He is so bored.
Dave digs his dull finger nails into his palm, creating crescent moon shaped marks. They aren't even close to breaking skin so he moves them side to side until finally it cuts the skin, creating the blood to come out. He doesn't care. He continues to keep cutting his skin for almost ten minutes. His hands are bloody now.
Dave lays in his bed for a bit, then he sighs and gets up. His mind isn't thinking right now so he doesn't really think about the fact Bro is home. Only thing on his mind is too clean his hands.
When he gets the bathroom, he doesn't even have to turn the light on. It flips on suddenly. He then feels himself being sat down on the toilet seat. He sighs, finally remembering and processing his mistake. He hears the sink turn on and water comes out. He feels his sleeves being pushed up and then a cloth on his hands, cleaning the blood. Within minutes they are being cleaned and patched up.
He moves his head up and looks at Bro. Bro doesn't say anything. He just ruffles Dave's hair and stands up and leaves. He then stops at the door, not turning to looks at Dave.
"Lil man, I know I'm not the best parent, but I hope you understand the things I'm doing for you are for a reason. You'll understand when you get older," and with that, he left.
As per usual, Dave doesn't understand his Bro. He doesn't think he will.
Dave gets up and then walks to the kitchen, getting some AJ then he goes back to his room. He turns his computer on and goes to his chum list and sees John is on. He clicks on John and then types to him.
- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -
TG: hey
EB: hey! guess what? a new game is coming out!
TG: new game
EB: yeah! something called SBURB!
