(AN - tw for self harm and stuff, if you're sensitive to these kinds of topics please be warey if you choose to read.)
The next morning, when Ian had awoke, Mike was already gone, leaving the boy in a bit of disappointment. He could've woken him up for a moment and let him say goodbye? Ian climbed down off the bunk bed, walking to the dresser and closet to grab some different clothes, feeling gross as he needed a shower. As he went to open the bedroom door, he saw the sticky note, reading it and taking it off the door, folding it and putting it in his pocket.
Ian walks across the hall towards Holly's room, seeing it was 8am, and he knew Mrs. Wheeler would want her down soon for breakfast. Ian takes Holly downstairs, dressed in princess pajamas, and holding a teddy bear. Holly was now five and a kindergartener. This made Ian feel old as he knew Holly ever since she was born, and now she was halfway finished with her first year in school.
"Hi, dear," Mrs. Wheeler smiles, looking back at Holly and Ian as she is frying eggs
Ian just gives her a smile, pulling out a chair for Holly to let her sit. The boy walks over to one of the cabinets, grabbing five glasses and setting them down at the table, setting the carton of milk and bottle of orange juice at the table. Ian walks back upstairs, going up to get Nancy from her bedroom.
He just taps on the doorframe as she was setting down an outfit to wear that day, silently telling her breakfast was almost done. She gives him a light smile as he walks off back to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the closet and turning the shower on so it could get warm enough.
He steps in the shower, still in shorts and a t-shirt. He didn't even notice before he realized what he was doing. How he was hurting himself.
The blood seeped down his forearms, dripping down onto his bare feet and the shower slipmat.
It wasn't a lot, but it hurt as the hot water hit his wrists.
He quickly pulls himself out of the shower, throwing the bloodied razor into the trashcan.
His hair was only a little wet. Maybe he could just lie about showering.
He leaves the water running as he scrambles to find some gauze or banaids or anything. He felt disappointed in himself as he panicked.
He wanted to call Mike. He wanted Mike. He wanted to cry for him.
He didn't want Mike.
'Stop lying to yourself'
He wanted Alex.
He wanted to cry in her arms again.
Like he did when their parents were still around when they fought. He and Alex would hide in the bathroom, and he'd cry in her arms.
She'd become numb to it all.
He quickly places some bandaids over his cuts, deciding to blame that he was using scissors the wrong way while cutting tags off his clothes, and they slipped out of his fingers to cut him. He had to come up with something before it happened.
He couldn't freeze up like he did before.
He quickly gathers himself together, changing into a graphic t-shirt with the Fleetwood Mac logo on the front and a long sleeved, white shirt underneath, paired with some baggy black jeans and his usual Converse. He takes some deep breaths as he looks in the mirror, trying to collect himself.
'Don't cry.'
He sighs, turning off the water as he patiently waited, not wanting to look like he'd faked a shower.
He heads back downstairs, informing Karen that he'd be back, wanting to go on a bike ride and maybe meet up with Dustin or Lucas. She offers him some food to take with him, but he leaves in too much of a hurry. She looks to Nancy, the two girls sharing a look that they could greatly agree upon.
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