𝕊𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡

The pain you give me

Summary

Someone accuses Colby of something unforgivable. The internet doesn't take those accusations lightly, what happens next goes a little something like this...

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Sometimes Colby would wake up and just know it was going to be a bad day.

He would feel this pit in the bottom of this stomach pleading with him to stay in bed, a warning, as he calls it. He woke up today and knew something in him wouldn't come back the same.

His body shook in tremors, for what, he didn't know quite yet. All he knew was that today was going to be bad, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and listened to the banter going on down stairs. His friends must be arguing about something.

Getting up Colby made sure to take his time getting ready, knowing that in his room meant safe. Nothing could hurt him here. He washed his face for longer then he should have, brushed his teeth lazily while looking at his tired eyes in the mirror as if they held the key to why his body was warning him of the day.

He took his time peeling his clothing off his slightly pale body and made sure to replace the articles of clothing as fast as he could, scared he'd catch a glimpse of what resided underneath.

He raked his hands threw his hair slowly, trying to cage down the upcoming headache he could feel coming.

Everything in him felt off.

Like he was just waiting for the pen to drop and whatever it was that would surely come to just hurry up so he could get it over with.

He took multiple deep breaths as his hands shook by his sides. He knew he couldn't stay in bed all day again, his friends would begin to worry about him.

They always worry about him.

He hated it all, the concerned glances they threw his way, the tight smiles when asking how he was doing, the side eyes his friends would give when they thought he wasn't looking.

It all made him sick, and just thinking about it now made his stomach curl further into itself.

The longer he stood in thought the more tempting his bed felt, in here, in his room, door locked, it all meant safe. He was safe here.

In his room, nobody could hurt him but himself. Outside his four walls was open game to anything.

He never did know why he felt that way. All Colby knew was that if he went down stairs and actually lived today, pretend like his mind wasn't slowly trying to kill him and joined his friends in whatever nonsense they were debating.

he would be back in his safe place come night, trying to pick up the pieces of himself before anyone noticed they were gone.

Sighing Colby swallowed down the anxiety rushing to his throat, took a deep breath, and left his room.

He left expecting to dent, but he never expected to break

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The room was awfully quiet when he walked in, as if he was an angry adult scolding his kids for being too loud.

Everyone's mouths snapped shut, and all eyes were on him.

It felt like a vaccume sucked all the air from his lungs, the looks on his friends faces doing little to nothing to ease the pounding anxiety he was experiencing.