(okay, so I realize I haven't updated lately but I'm going through a lot. My dog died august on the 11th, then my great grandfather passed not a week after, so we drove down for the wake. And not very long after that, my grandmother stopped breathing and there was no hope(she had progressed lung cancer). She passed away and was buried while we were out there. (And one repulsive man actually showed up to the wake drunk and flirting with my mother and myself. He had done the same to my grandmother when she was around). I did manage to get myself and my mother out there, obviously. And am also trying to help my great grandmother into a home since her husband is now gone and she is showing signs of early dementia and depression. on another note, my great uncle might also have little time left due to a progression of his own disorder. currently, he can't move without help. I apologize for not updating, but I'm also in school and just obtained a full time job to pay for all this and my own medical issues, not to mention moving out and everything. I'll work on updating a little when I'm free but I need to focus on all this first. Again, I am sorry for not even posting a note for a while. Ive read notes of support from some of you and I wanted to thank you all for caring and making me feel a little better. To be honest, ive been very depressed and things have been very difficult. Im working on the updates, although slowly. Hoping i can update more soon
thank you,
SC)
Broke But Not Broken Chapter 5 (might be 6 lateron)
Mituna wakes up in a heap on his floor, just in between his nightstand in bed. He sighs, rolling under the bed slightly to try and get out, managing to get his arm stuck in the bed frame. He hears shuffling at his door just before it opens.
"Tuna?" Sol's voice rang out, his tone curious.
Mituna sighs, responding with a soft "i'm here, sol"
Sollux enters the room curiously, walking towards the sound of his brother's voice. He stops once he nears that side of the room, covering his mouth and laughing. "How do you even manage this?"
"Shut up" he half whines, "i got stuck... Help me already" he pleads, finishing softly.
Sollux chuckles, walking over to help his sibling. He kneels in front of him, tugging slightly.
"Ow, ow, stop! My arm got stuck in the bed frame!" Mituna calls out, getting his other arm half untangled from the bedsheet hiding his face from view and trying to free his other from the frame ensnaring it.
Sollux backs off slightly, telling him he was going to go get a flashlight. He returns after a moment, crawling under the bed with a few soft curses directed towards nothing in particular. "Seriously, how did you manage this?" He asks, seeing Tuna's arm stuck in the frame.
"Waking up? I don't know, just... Get me out"
Sollux sighs, gently grabbing his arm and hand and trying to free it. He pulls on it a few times before it comes out. Mituna yelps once its freed, sollux sending a curious look and dragging himself out from under the bed.
"You alright tuna?" He asks gently, looking towards his brother and tugging him out of the cramped space.
"I think it scratched my arm" he says once he gets his head out of the blanket, peeking out and inspecting his arm. A few lines of red were visible from where nails from the frame had nicked his flesh.
Sollux frowns, helping him up. "Okay, we'll take care of that then. Maybe we can get some stuff moved around so you don't get stuck again." He tugs him towards the restroom before sitting him down and getting out a first aid kit.
Mituna hisses as the scratches are cleaned, wincing every now and then.
"Sorry" sollux says a couple times. It wasnt long before the lines were bandaged and the bleeding had subsided on one of the two cuts.
Once the wounds are bandaged, Mituna thanks Sollux and stands with a grin.
"So... You ready for school?" Sollux asks with a small smirk.
Mituna frowns in response, Sollux chuckling and messing with his bed head. "Same here. Better get ready, we have to leave in..." He checks his watch, "twenty minutes."
Mituna plops into his bed, tired from the long day of school. He ran into that Jason kid again at his own locker, his lunch money being demanded of him as he was held by his apparently well made collar. He sighs, checking his phone and quickly falling asleep. He wonders about his friends, if they even noticed he was gone, if they already replaced him. He missed them, he missed his old school.
The house is empty when Mituna awakens the next day. He gets up, wandering the house and quickly getting ready. He seats himself in front of the tv, eating a bowl of whatever cereal was on the counter and idly flicking through the channels. It takes him a minute to look at the clock and realize he'll be late. He stands, rinsing his bowl and getting his skateboard.
In moments, he is out the door and halfway to school. Once he gets there, he picks up his board and shoves it in his half empty bag, lazily making his way to class.