A/N: happy Halloween everyone!!! BTW I went trick-or-treating and it was super funny. I was an army soldier and my sister was a pro-wrestler and my fran Midnite was a serial killer xD
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Warnings: Shounen-Ai/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters
Not Normal - Chapter 6
What was left of our sanity has just left the building.
What am I talking about? I'm talking about Spencer. Over all these years he's been like the rock. The one object of stability amongst the rest of us slowly loosing it. He's never gone mad. He's never thrown a fit. He's never had a disorder nor has he ever been depressed. Those problems were reserved for us. Spencer was simply there to reassure us everything was going to be alright, even if it wasn't put us back together again when we were broken. He's the only reason any of us have stayed sane as long as we have. Even with Bryan falling mentally and physically ill and myself following suit unintentionally (due to stress the nurse said)…he remained calm, cool, collected and perfectly sane. Perfectly okay. And still very perfectly our stability. That is…until he found out something nobody saw coming. Especially not us.
Ian has always been the second most sane. Sure he's always enjoyed blowing stuff up, but what normal Russian boy doesn't enjoy that? Other than some late nights after getting severely punished by Boris, Ian has never showed true sadness. Certainly not anything along the lines of depression. So if someone is smiling and carrying on with life like normal on the outside…how are you to know what they're suffering from on the inside? How were we to know what Ian was dealing with or how exactly he was dealing with it? Even in those moments when he almost looked unhappy, I never once thought to myself 'maybe something's wrong'. I just figured HEY, we're in the fucking abbey. Who wouldn't be a little upset about that fact?
Anyway…Spencer. Our rock. Our one sane mind. Lost it the day he found out Ian's biggest addiction. Have you ever seen a six foot something guy start throwing furniture around? Have you ever been in the line of fire while he's throwing furniture? It's a rather scary thing. He seemed so fine. Bryan and I were curled up together on the floor simply talking. Ian was gone at the infirmary again. Sad he wasn't feeling well. And then…out of nowhere….Spencer just lost it. Maybe he'd been thinking about it the whole time he'd been sitting there, but it came as a surprise to us.
And that was when he raced off. We didn't find out until later why.
He had run in and stole a kitchen knife from the staff and before anyone could stop him he cut himself up pretty bad.
Why?
"As long as Ian's doing it, I'm doing it too!"
That jaw dropping statement brought on a whole new world of hurt from Boris.
But Spencer wasn't the victim.
No.
Boris went straight for Ian.
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Leaning against the wall of the infirmary, razor pressed in deep, grin in place. I never expected the door to burst open suddenly. I never expected Boris to come in. Nor did I expect to find myself on my back seconds later.
"Punishing yourself now are we, Ian?" he all but growled. I shuddered. His mouth was a little too close to my own for my liking.
"N-no."
"Really now? A little birdie told me you have a…a problem of sorts." Boris said, smirking as he fingered the blade still lodged in my stomach. Gasping in sheer pain, I tried to wriggle away.
"W-what birdie?"
He pulled the blade out slowly, before ramming it back in. I bit my tongue, fighting back giving him what he wanted most: proof that he was winning.
"Spencer."
Wait…Spencer? My brain froze. My limbs locked.
Spencer knew?
Spencer knows.
Spencer told Boris.
"I-if he really k-knew," I gasped out as he pushed the blade in deeper, "he wouldn't t-tell you!"
"He didn't have to. The fact that he admitted you're the very reason he's now covered in cuts was enough admission that you too have this little…problem." he accented the last word, licking my lips. I jerked back, smacking my head on the hard floor.
Spencer……cuts? No. Boris has to be lying. Spencer wouldn't do that.
Spencer isn't stupid.
Spencer is fine. Normal. Sane.
Spencer isn't like me.
TBC…
A/N: chocolate is amazing!! I love Halloween 8'D please read and review!!!!