[[WARNING. THIS CHAPTER MAY BE SLIGHT TRIGGERING . Not recommended to read if you are easily triggered by talking of self harm[its not explicit i promise] . Just a heads up guys not meaning to be rude, I just don't want anyone to be offended okay? :) If anyone is. please message me and maybe I can make an 'alternate' chapter if your desperate for this one : ) . ]
Dirk took him home. Letters crumpled in his fists, he dropped the crumpled balls in his drawer with the first letters, closing the drawer.
He dropped back on his bed, his eyes still hurting from stinging tears. He rested back on those sheets ,closing his eyes lightly.
"John This isn't fair...I can't handle something like this" He thought, his mind tried to drift off but he refused to sleep, standing up onto his feet and heading out and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door he stripped down, crawling into the shower. He sat there in the shower and reached over to the faucet, turning on the shower, and flinching at the first contact the cool water splashed over him. As it got hotter it went to the point of irritating his skin to being red.
He washed himself off, scrubbing until his skin felt raw. When he finally stepped out he was standing infront of the full body mirror.
He looked awful. There were bags under his eyes to the point where it was heavy to keep them open. His eyes, once so vibrant, were dull to the point of almost black and ashen.
Trailing from his shoulders down to his arms, over his pale skin were deep bruise colored scars. That scabbed feeling of them almost healing.
They were on his hips, and down his upper thighs.
Dave was toothpicky as it was, but even when he ate he couldn't help but feel sick. He couldn't throw it up though, he wouldn't eat for a bit, but since he took his plate to his room it was easy to just throw the food away after a few bites.
Dave had become his worst nightmare.
But he shook his head, pulling the towel up around his waist and heading down into hall and for his room.
He tugged on a loose fitting long sleeved shirt and his boxers, dropping onto the bed, right in that crevice to the bed and the wall he had his little box.
He reached over on the desk and fed casey before he pulled the box from its hiding spot and opened it up.
Blades, broken razors and blades missing, creams and bandages. Lighters and bandaids.
Dear god.
He sat there, thumbing over each blade before he heard steps on the stairs, closing and hiding the box.
"Dave?... Dave can I come in?"Dirk's voice from behind the door.
Normally he never asked, but he just didn't want to push things with a muttered 'okay' he made his way into the room, he sat on the chair across the room, looking over at him.
Dave cleared his throat first, beginning to talk
"Look . I-I'm sorry for what I said earlier. Okay? I just . I was freaking out. I really don't hate yo-"
"Enough"
Dave turned his eyes to look up at him.
"I know you were upset. and I just can't tell what over though Dave. I get it, you hate that John's not here. But . Freaking out in public like that would just get you taken from me and locked away Dave. Please. Please. Not again."He said.
Dave nodded lightly "Yea. I won't"He said .
"John wouldn't want you this upset Dave..."
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Thats true though. John didn't want Dave to be upset.
John was walking through the roads. He'd found a bigger city, so he was sure he was in Philadelphia. He'd taken a picture of the sign. He had been walking this time. All this had taken him a few days. close to a week.
They were what? A month into Summer maybe?
Which means he had a little over a month until the end .
He was making amazing timing.
Hitchhiking could have been a faster away. But he knew it was a risky thought.
He sat there in a small cafe in the town. Taking a drink from his water cup and writing a new letter to send to Dave. talking about his adventures in Phili and all the other states.
Each one.
He dropped them off at the post, a smile on his face, for some reason though something was trying to put a damper on his mood.
but he couldn't tell what.
"Well now. You look like you could use a ride. "
John turned his eyes from the sidewalk into the eyes of a smiling man .
A small black car that he'd noticed looked a little fancy to be in the small town.
"Um.. I -I don't know . But Thank you for the offer"He smiled, trying to be as polite as he could.
"Nah, Come on , hop in"
John didn't know what he was getting himself into when he opened the door to the backseat, and climbed inside.