"How could you let your dad do such a thing?!"One shouted, "You're such a coward! How could you do this to us?!"
"N-No... I-I didn't mean to! I... I..." Nathan fumbled with his words, looking down as he clenched his aching chest.
"Oh, boohoo. I didn't mean to! I didn't- bullshit! What kind of man would do such things to innocent girls?" Another spoke, "You're just like you're dad!"
"N-No! N-No I'm not!" Nathan covered his ears, trying to ignore the adversed outbursts, "I'm nothing like my no good fucking dad!"
"Stop denying and make up for the things you've done!" Another joined in, "Stop bullshitting and own up to your misdeeds!"
"S-Stop! Please! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" Nathan started tearing up by the continuous screaming, "Please... please leave me alone! I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
"Heh... you could've done something, Prescott..." Another began, "But you were such a coward to where you didn't have the balls to stand up. What a fucking caitiff... You're such a disappointment..."
"Please... please stop this... I can't take it anymore... I just can't..." Nathan face planted on the floor, feeling as though he was slowly disintegrating into the air, "Please God... I don't care if you take me or leave me, just please... get rid of this pain..." His hands clenched tightly into fists as he placed one on the ground and the other on his chest, slowly trying to get off the bone-chilling floor.
As he struggled to get off the floor, the words continued to the point of where he felt he was getting kicked in the stomach countless times. Over and over, he felt physically pained by the words that just kept coming that he continuously landed on the floor. With every blow that was striking him left and right, he was on the verge to ending everything again. He reached into his vest, hoping the gun was there, and just as his wish was granted again, he pulled out his firearm. The physical pain mixing in with his emotional pain made him feel as though he was choking from the things around him.
"Heh... Lord... please end this pain..." Nathan closed his eyes tightly as he gripped onto the handle of his gun, "Please end this misery..."
He's not a religious person, let alone did he ever believe there was a God, but at this point, he felt he couldn't rely on anyone. The darkness sustaining him from ever seeing the light again, made him feel as though he was drowning in fear and guilt. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He just couldn't stand much more of this. Everything seemed so hopeless to him that he was willing to take such an extreme way to leave behind everything whether the consequences happened or not.
"Christ..." He huffed out that word as he slowly sat up, "Please forgive me... please stop this agony..." Nathan rose his hand, placing the gun right against his head.
"Yes, end everything here." Another voice spoke, "Just kill yourself already so everyone will finally be at peace with your presence no longer around!"
Nathan closed his eyes tightly as a river of tears streamed down his face, "I'm sorry..."
"Ooh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. For Christ's sake! Kill yourself already!" A voice continued.
"Please... forgive... me..." He placed his index finger on the trigger and began to slowly pull it, but stopped once hearing words hes never heard before.
"I forgive you..." One spoke in a gentle tone.
"Huh...?" Nathan opened his eyes slowly, seeing a hand in front of him, slowly following it up to see the owner of it.
"Everything will be okay, Nathan." A smile came across a persons face, "I forgive you... and so will everyone else."
"Who are you...?" Nathan questioned.
Nathan couldn't see clearly on who it was, his eyes still blurred from his tears. He saw a faint figure in front of him, most of it being shielded by a white light. All he could make out was a smile glowing positively and a hand out towards his direction. He was hesitant on accepting the persons hand, but gave in minutes after. Once his hand linked with the other, it felt as if everything that weighed him down throughout the years, lifted off his shoulders and the gun that he thought was his only ally that could help him escape anything just... disappeared into thin air.
"I'm nothing, but a normal human-being, just trying my best to help you any way I can..." The voice slowly faded with a faint chuckle, "Give trust to those who are willing to help. You would be amazed of how much a person can change you."
"Wait! Tell me who you are!" Nathan ran towards the voice, running towards the light, "Who are you?!"
Nathan sat up quickly as his eyes opened widely from what happened to be a dream. He groaned as he gripped his head from the migraine he assumes he received from the amount of heavy alcohol he drank last night. His other hand happened to grip the sheets he was lying on. The teen covered his eyes as he saw the light from the sun sneak its way through the cracks from the blinds. The adolescent was about to get up to cover them with his blanket, but once he picked up the blanket from what he assumed was his he realized he wasn't in his room.
"Huh...? Where the hell am I...?" Nathan examined his surroundings, "Wait... no... you got to be fucking kidding me..."
There was a lot of science posters, books, materials, every single thing he knew belonged to one student he wished he didn't encounter, let alone be around. As he looked at himself, suddenly feeling chills from a draft, he noticed all he had on were his briefs. Once he realized two things, his hands shook, he shivered with fear and anger of what his mind linked together. He didn't want to look beside him, but with his curiousness of accuracy, he looked...
"Why the hell am I in here?! What the fuck happened?!" He automatically shouted once seeing the last person he ever wanted to see, "How the hell did I end up here?!" He jumped out of the bed.
"Ugh... five more minutes..." Warren mumbled, covering himself with the blanket, turning over, his back facing Nathan.
"No! You get up right now and explain what the fuck happened!" Nathan pulled the blanket off the bed and dragged Warren down with it.
"Hm...? Oh yeah... you're still here, huh...?" Warren rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Wait! Why the hell are you still here?!"
"I'd like to know why I'm here in the first place, Gayram!" Nathan exclaimed, "You best not have done anything to me!"
"Ugh... what the hell makes you think I would do something like that to a person like you?" Warren groaned out of annoyance, covering his face.
"Start talking!" Nathan gripped the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?! Was that fucking necessary?!" Warren rubbed the back of his head, coughing from the wind being knocked out of him from the slam, "Jesus... let me explain..."
Warren was silent for a few minutes, figuring out how to bring up how it all started. The teen didn't know if he should bring up the incident of Nathan's attempt of suicide, but that was the main thing that caused it all, plus the alcohol he assumed Nathan chugged down. He looked up at the angered teen, trying to stay calm to explain what happened and why they ended up this way.
"Well... to basically sum all this up briefly, I saved you from the biggest mistake of your life." Warren responded.
"That's not good enough!" Nathan gripped his hands tightly out of anger.
Warren fell silent, trying his best to think of a way to avoid the main topic, "You were drunk. I saw you pass out in the bathroom. I helped you to your room which happened to have been locked, I didn't want to search through your pockets so I ended up carrying you to my room and lied you on the couch over there. I left to attend school and when I returned I saw you in your briefs lying on my bed." He peered into Nathan's eyes, trying to calm his racing heart from the cause of nervousness, "I tried to get you off my bed, but you wouldn't budge and I sure as hell was not going to sleep on my couch. It fucking hurts..."
"Why didn't you just get my keys when my pants were off?" Nathan pointed out.
"I didn't want to search your pants because I had a feeling you'd be pissed and I sure as hell did not want to touch you while all you had on were your briefs." Warren explained.
Nathan glared at Warren, having trouble believing his story, but didn't want to deal with anymore of this awkward situation. He groaned, gripping his head again. Warren noticed Nathan in pain, showing signs of an obvious hangover. The timid teen grabbed a cold water bottle and tossed it to Nathan. The adolescent caught it and gave a perplexed look towards the timid one.
"Drink that and eat this." Warren handed him a greasy burrito.
"How would these help?" Nathan questioned.
"Wow, I take it you've never taken care of a hangover?" The teen chuckled faintly.
"I've slept through them." The adolescent responded with irritation.
"Ah, that explains it." Warren shook his head with a small laugh, "Well, here are pills for your headache, another bottle of water, and drink as much as you can once you leave." He spoke while getting dressed to head out.
"You don't need to help me." Nathan growled, "Why are you helping me?"
"I know I don't have to help you, Prescott." Warren chuckled, "I just... want to. It's in my nature."
"Is this out of pity? Are you using me for something? Why are you being nice? It's so..." Nathan looked down, confused.
"Pity? Pfft... far from it, Prescott." Warren began, "We may not get along, but whether an enemy or not, my will to help others are always strong.
"Heh... you're such a fool..." Nathan shook his head, "What a fucking idiot you are."
"I may be a fool, but I know bigger ones who haven't even noticed themselves." He laughed lightly.
"Are you trying to start something, Graham? Huh?" Nathan glared at him.
"I'm not starting anything with you. I know the consequences." He peered at him, "And I'm willing to help any way I can. Whether enemy, acquaintance, or ally."
Nathan was irritated by Warren's kindness since he's never had anyone, other than Victoria, be so kind to him like this. It felt so abnormal to him that he didn't know how else to respond to it. He knew that the decent way to lessen the problems in his life for starters is to change. The last thing the person said in his dream popped up in his head, ' Give trust to those who are willing to help. You would be amazed of how much a person can change you.'
"Give trust to those who are willing to help, huh?" Nathan chuckled light, "I'd be amazed of how much a person can change me, huh? What kind of..." He gripped the bottle, trying to stay in disagreement with the person that said those in his dream.
"Hm? What are you talking about, Prescott?" Warren cocked his head, curiously confused.
"It's none of your business." Nathan snipped, then stopped himself from going further down the dark hole he's already in by slight politeness, "A-Anyway... let me say..." Nathan had difficulty saying it.
"No worries, Prescott." Warren smiled kindly, "I hope to see you in class so we can get our time together over with. That's what you want, don't you?"
Nathan's automatic response would've been yes with an angered tone, but he was bewildered by how his reaction didn't occur. He didn't know what was wrong with him. All he could do was look up at Warren with a blank stare. Warren tensed up after seeing the blank stare he usually receives before getting hit or attacked by Nathan per usual. He was about to back away, but rooted to the floor after hearing words he never expected to hear come from Nathan Prescott's mouth.
Nathan looked down and mumbled, "Thanks... Graham..." Nathan lessened his tight grip on the bottle and looked up at Warren with a faint grin.
Warren's eyes widened by shock that it made his heart skip a beat. He didn't know why the hell his heart skipped a beat just from that faint grin he never saw before. The timid teen struggled to reach for his doorknob while his heart started to race. He didn't understand what was wrong with such an odd scene between the two, but he rushed out right when he opened the door.
"N-No problem, Prescott!" Warren slammed the door, gripping the doorknob, "What the hell was...?" Warren rested his hand on his chest, looking down.
Nathan was still in Warren's room, left alone in silence while Warren was right on the other side. They were both completely confused on what the hell has been up with their interactions, but they both tried to brush it off and continue with their daily lives, wanting to get their assignment that they have to work together on over with so they don't have to continue interacting with one another. They were both displeased of how their day began on an awkward note...