BLOODY TEARS
Chapter Six: Breaking The Rules.
Armpit and Magnet were shifting a bed into D-Tent when Squid and Barfbag
came back.
X-Ray was standing with his back to them, arms crossed, watching Armpit and
Magnet work. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Barfbag and Squid
approaching. He walked over to meet them.
"Yo Barfbag, you should go sort out your stuff."
Barfbag knew that X-Ray was telling him to go away so that he could talk to
Squid alone, so he went to help Armpit and Magnet.
X-Ray turned to face Squid, "Look man, I'm sorry 'bout this mornin'. I just
lost my cool, ya know?"
"Yeah, I know."
"So... are we cool?"
"Yeah, we're cool."
X-Ray glanced down at Squids arms, "So, what's up with all the scars?"
"It's nothin', just accidents from childhood."
"Strike one." X-Ray shook his head, "You can't fool me. I seen those scars,
they're way too perfect. In lines right up your arm."
Squid shrugged. "So I used to cut myself, big deal. I don't do it no more."
"Strike Two," X-Ray said sarcastically, "I seem to remember wakin' up to
the sight of you with a knife to your wrist, you remember that?"
Squid shrugged again.
X-Rays hand curled into a fist and Barfbag, who was watching from just
inside the tent door, noticed warning signs and headed towards them.
"Man, you're really starting to bug me. Don't you care?! You're frikkin'
killing yourself! Just learn to frikkin' deal with it!"
"You try to frikkin' deal with it! You don't know how frikkin' hard it is!
You ain't got no idea what it's like to be-" Squid broke off abruptly. "You
ain't got no idea what it's like."
"Well, why don't you let us help you? You think you're better than us? Huh?
Is that it? Well let me tell you this, Squid, you're not that special. You
wanna kill yourself, go ahead! See if I care!"
X-Ray stalked off towards the Wreak Room, Squid towards the tent.
"Squid-" Barfbag started, but Squid walked straight past him, shoving him
aside roughly.
He sighed. Squid hadn't changed as much as he'd thought. He was still angry
at the whole world, only now, he was taking it out on himself.
***
Squid lay awake. He wasn't sure what time it was, three or four AM he
guessed. The tent was quiet but for Armpits snores and the occasional
creaking of a bunk. His fingers slowly tapped at the bandage on his wrist,
delighting in the pain that ran up his arm. He liked the pain because he
knew he deserved it. His parents had told him that, every time they hurt
him, it was a reminder of how much he deserved the pain for being such a
disappointment, such a failure, for being alive...
He listened for a moment longer, so that he was sure everyone was asleep,
then slowly he got up and went to Barfbags crate. He bit his lip, he was
breaking one of the sacred unspoken rules. No one was ever allowed to go
through anyones crate. He looked over at Barfbag, he could just make out
his sleeping form. Squid sighed. He reached into Barfbags crate and pulled
out a small container of pills.
Chapter Six: Breaking The Rules.
Armpit and Magnet were shifting a bed into D-Tent when Squid and Barfbag
came back.
X-Ray was standing with his back to them, arms crossed, watching Armpit and
Magnet work. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Barfbag and Squid
approaching. He walked over to meet them.
"Yo Barfbag, you should go sort out your stuff."
Barfbag knew that X-Ray was telling him to go away so that he could talk to
Squid alone, so he went to help Armpit and Magnet.
X-Ray turned to face Squid, "Look man, I'm sorry 'bout this mornin'. I just
lost my cool, ya know?"
"Yeah, I know."
"So... are we cool?"
"Yeah, we're cool."
X-Ray glanced down at Squids arms, "So, what's up with all the scars?"
"It's nothin', just accidents from childhood."
"Strike one." X-Ray shook his head, "You can't fool me. I seen those scars,
they're way too perfect. In lines right up your arm."
Squid shrugged. "So I used to cut myself, big deal. I don't do it no more."
"Strike Two," X-Ray said sarcastically, "I seem to remember wakin' up to
the sight of you with a knife to your wrist, you remember that?"
Squid shrugged again.
X-Rays hand curled into a fist and Barfbag, who was watching from just
inside the tent door, noticed warning signs and headed towards them.
"Man, you're really starting to bug me. Don't you care?! You're frikkin'
killing yourself! Just learn to frikkin' deal with it!"
"You try to frikkin' deal with it! You don't know how frikkin' hard it is!
You ain't got no idea what it's like to be-" Squid broke off abruptly. "You
ain't got no idea what it's like."
"Well, why don't you let us help you? You think you're better than us? Huh?
Is that it? Well let me tell you this, Squid, you're not that special. You
wanna kill yourself, go ahead! See if I care!"
X-Ray stalked off towards the Wreak Room, Squid towards the tent.
"Squid-" Barfbag started, but Squid walked straight past him, shoving him
aside roughly.
He sighed. Squid hadn't changed as much as he'd thought. He was still angry
at the whole world, only now, he was taking it out on himself.
***
Squid lay awake. He wasn't sure what time it was, three or four AM he
guessed. The tent was quiet but for Armpits snores and the occasional
creaking of a bunk. His fingers slowly tapped at the bandage on his wrist,
delighting in the pain that ran up his arm. He liked the pain because he
knew he deserved it. His parents had told him that, every time they hurt
him, it was a reminder of how much he deserved the pain for being such a
disappointment, such a failure, for being alive...
He listened for a moment longer, so that he was sure everyone was asleep,
then slowly he got up and went to Barfbags crate. He bit his lip, he was
breaking one of the sacred unspoken rules. No one was ever allowed to go
through anyones crate. He looked over at Barfbag, he could just make out
his sleeping form. Squid sighed. He reached into Barfbags crate and pulled
out a small container of pills.
