No one say anything negative/mean about Kaine at the end of this chapter or I'll cut all your dicks off-
Also, it's my brother's bday and your bitch is freaking out over cake- but my little guy hit double digits, the big 1-0, woohoo to him!!
Showers were becoming infrequent but stinging again. Portions were getting smaller again. Therapy was becoming dreadful again. Days were getting colder again.
Text remained unanswered, cigarettes became breakfast and snack, hellish memories were ongoing and seemed fresh.
Instead of spending time with family, Percy just shut everyone out. Even at dinner, Percy didn't utter a word or listen, making eating more difficult.
Percy didn't have the strength anymore to make up excuses to skip lunch. He'd just instantly hide in the bathroom and swipe away the dozens of text Oakley or Kaine would send.
Grades were already dropping. The new quarter started soon after Halloween, Percy has hardly touched any new work.
His dirty blonde hair was becoming thin and broken. His bitten nails were becoming brittle and frail.
His meals were either a figment of his imagination, avoided, or swirling down the drain.
Percy's gotten used to the headaches. He's gotten used to the stars he'd see when he stood too fast. He's gotten used to just glancing at his vitamins and meds, just shrugging them off.
He couldn't even bring himself to make iced coffee. Every food and drink, even water, seemed like poison.
The familiar sensation of feeling too sick to eat from not eating came back. Even a sip of water came back up from seeming forgien.
Everyone noticed. The pill bottles were full, the blueberries bought specifically for Percy were rotting, the almond milk was spoiling.
Time was going by so slow but so fast. It was like he was living in auto-pilot, like a fucking emotionless robot just beep blooping through life.
Percy was getting weaker. So weak that he couldn't even pick up his toddler brother who was a third of his weight.
Everything was crashing down, Percy fell into every old habit, but it was ten times worsened. All within the span of a few weeks.
"Are you okay?"
Percy wanted to bang his head against a wall. Oh god he was tired of that fucking question and any form of it. Any short, simple version of concerned questioning.
Percy's throat was dry. He had no motivation to form a sentance, a phrase, or even a single fucking word.
He hums softly, weakly nodding. Oh but he knew how unconvincing he seemed. It was so fucking obvious Percy wasn't doing okay in slightest.
"I mean this in the nicest way possible...but you look like absolute shit."
Percy wanted to laugh, to chuckle, to even playfully roll his eyes. He no longer has energy, even though a majority of the time he just slept his life away.
"I know." Percy whispers, nearly unhearable. He bit on his thumb knuckle, wanting to go home. To sleep. Oh god he just wanted fucking sleep.
"Is everything okay at home?" Percy barely nodded. "Are you sick?"
Yes.
"No."
Sorin didn't believe a single word Percy was saying but did not want to assume.
"Do you want to come over and pet Cupid?"
Cupid?
OH THE DOG!
