Title: Blanket
Relationships: None
Rating: K
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this fan fiction, all recognizable characters belong to FOX and all of the others belong to me.
A/N: Short little ficlet that came to me so I had to jot it down. Please review.
He wraps himself in a blanket of anger and rudeness the way a child wraps them self in their mother's arms. I've watched him do this for the last six years and I wish he would stop because he's hurting himself. I do know that I can't make him stop hurting himself with depravation or the ghosts of the past. I'm not naïve.
He's my best friend and we have perhaps one of the most warped friendships ever but I wouldn't trade it for the world. He helps me forget about the pain so I guess you could call him my Vicodin in the sense that the pain of life is numbed. I'll probably never be enough to numb his pain because his is both physical and mental. Everything that ever hurt him lives inside of his heart and he really is quite vulnerable. That vulnerability is what the blanket is supposed to shield him from. It is a trick that works so well on other people but I don't believe it and I never have.
Greg has always been a pretty messed up guy but he never was as hateful as he is now. I can't completely blame Stacy and neither can he – that's probably his main reason for being so screwed up. The only person he can point the finger of blame at is himself and that just hurts him too much.
I want to shake him sometimes but who am I to decide what's good for him? I'm only his best friend.