that scream i hear
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i mean technically its orangekip i guess. belt corruption arc/immortal fears. i just poured this out of me in like twenty minutes so i can cleanse myself up from bad brain before i go to bed. its angst, i guess with a somewhat content ending. if it doesnt make sense i dont care, not all things can be bangers but im gonna post this anyways
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“I hate you!”
Eyes staring up at the dark ceiling, Kip slowly gained control of his body again. His throat felt dry, he could barely move his fingers, the floor underneath his back felt cold. The sensations were all hitting at the same time, almost paralyzing him all over again.
Kip blinked slowly.
“Fuck you!”
He did remember those words, he could hear them echoing around the room in his own voice. Kip had no idea how long had passed since that moment, but he could feel the tension still lingering.
Slowly his hand rose up from the floor, the arm following it, lifting the shaky hand in front of his face. He was barely able to focus on it, watching the little driblets of blood falling from it. They were hitting him directly in the face, but Kip didn’t care. He didn’t remember cutting himself, but the wound looked fresh. Still stinging a little bit too.
“I fucking hate you!”
The hand lowered down on his chest, leaving a bloody hand print behind, no doubt. Kip couldn’t remember how he got here, what had happened. All he could remember was the disappointment in Cassidy’s eyes, his own words screaming at both him and Kip himself, not really being sure who those words were ultimately aimed at.
He could hear the door opening, but Kip didn’t respond. The barely aware blond just laid on the floor, feeling the floorboards shake a little as the footsteps got closer to him. He didn’t respond back to the calls of his name, or look directly at him as Cassidy knelt down, hovering above him.
They both remained silent, Cassidy’s eyes leaving his unresponsive face to track down to the hand on his chest, wincing a little bit at the sight of the blood. He was hesitant to do anything though, having seen Kip already throw himself into a frenzy over his attempt once, leaving some more broken dishes and a couple of bruises behind over a mere touch of his hand. Cassidy’s eyes darted between Kip’s hand in desperate need of care and his blank face a couple of times, finally leaning over some more in order to try to make eye contact.
“Hey.”
Kip blinked, but looked right past him to the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what this state was, but he was exhausted. He just didn’t know why, it all felt very foreign to him. He didn’t remember how he got to the floor, which room this even was, what had happened.
All he could hear were his own words echoing in his mind, radiating with hate.
“We really need to patch you up.”
Cassidy could remember that talking helped. Or at least that was what he had been told a few times in the past, how people had pulled him out of a state similar to this. Not that any of his friends ever recorded him having violent tendencies towards others than himself, but the end result was the same.
Exhaustion. Non-communication. He was going to be stuck here, on the floor, in this state, until someone helped him move along.
“I hate you!”
But did he though…?
Kip’s eyes slowly traveled away from the ceiling, trying their best to focus on the friendly pair of blue eyes looking back at him. The sound that came out of him was barely a whisper, but it was more than enough for Cassidy, as he watched Kip carefully lift the hand up again, pressing it against Cassidy’s chest.
“…Help.”
Cassidy just nodded, offering Kip a soft smile he barely registered, before moving onto the patchwork, clearly having come in prepared for this task. Kip’s eyes traveled back to the ceiling, the almost scarily familiar numbness washing over him as he barely felt Cassidy cleaning up his wounds, as much as it would usually sting.
“I fucking hate you!”
But…
But he didn’t though.
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