Dtkq short story's

New kid

Tw: sh, ed, abuse, mention of alcohol

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Clays pov
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I've become this lifeless sad puppet of a man. I do what even im told, i dont feel emotions anymore, I waste all day sitting around on my bed, not even looking at my phone. Nick and karl are always blowing up my phone asking if I'm okay. I never answered. I would read the texts every once in awhile but I never had the energy to reply.

Last text I got from Karl was that a new kid is at school. He transferred from the uk, London. His name is George, Karl got to show him around the school, I guess he has a class or two with me.

My mom and dad are never home anymore, moms in a home that takes care of abused alcoholics. Dads always working, out of town trips are his main area of work. I went to the the mental health hospital for a few months when my father found out about sh and eating disorder. I got back about a week ago, I haven't had energy to get out of bed or go to school.

I hear my phone ringing, I pick it up and look at the screen.

*nick calling*

I let out a heavy sigh as I answered and put him on speaker.

"Hey bro, would it be cool if me and Karl brought George to your house? You can finally meet him without having to leave the house" he said, his voice was very hesitant.

"Uh I guess, when will you get here? My rooms a bit of a mess" I said sitting up and looking around pushing hair out of my face.

"In like 15 minutes?"

"Alright, see you then" I said hanging up and standing up.

"I should probably cover my arms... well- maybe he's chill and won't care! I don't really feel like changing... god I need to clean!" I rushed around cleaning my room and put on some body spray.

I rushed down stair and filled a bowl with snack mix. I heard a small knock on the door as I set the full bowl down on the counter.

"I'll be right there Karl!" I could tell it was Karl by the knock.

I went over to the door and fixed my hair before opening it and hugging Karl, letting the three in.

"Clay, this is George. George this is clay" nick said pushing us closer to each other.

George's entire face turned red when I smiled at him. Good he was pretty, like, really pretty.

"Clay when's the last time you slept? Or ate? You look awful" nick said putting a hand on my face and looking at my eyes.

"I got a few hours of sleep last night.."

"What we're you doing all nigh? You're never on your phone." Nick said raising an eyebrow.

I looked down at my left arm and sighed before looking back up at nick again. His eyes softened in pity. He sighed and looked up at karl.

"Think we could spend the night?" Karl asked smiling at me.

"Oh- uh- yeah sure. George would you like to stay as well?" I asked looked down at him

"Sure I would love to."

"Alright let's got eat. I'm so fucking hungry" nick announced loudly as he hit me in the back of the head.

We sat at my table and a talked for a few hours. George was a really cool guy honestly. He was smart, kind, funny, and he was really attractive.

"Me and Karl will sleep in the guest room, George should stay in yours" nick said yawning a bit.

George turned red and looked at me. Was he just a really red person like nick?

"Uh sure. George I'll show you to my room." We stood up and left nick and karl to do their own thing.

I brought him upstairs to my bedroom and let him in.

"I got a pull out bed under this one-"

"What was the mental hospital like? Why were you there? How easily can people be put in there?" He cut me off holding onto his right arm with his left hand.

"Uh, I- I it wasn't the best. I mean the people there were alright and there was a good nurse or two but, for the most part it sucked. I kept wanting to overdose anytime I had the chance, and I hated having nothing actually interesting to do" I thought about it a bit. I dont have that good of a memory of it, but I can remember some of the good parts.

"Sorry I asked, I just..."

"No it's fine, I get it. Being scared of being sent away..." I sighed and sat down on my bed

"Would you be comfortable in the same bed as me or a different one?"

"Would it be easier to share one?" He seemed pretty nervous.

"I mean, i guess sleeping in the same bed would be easier, but it's not to hard to get out the other bed" I smiled at him.

"Could I share a bed with you?..."

"Heh, of course, I don't mind"

He sat down on the bed next to he and pulled off his hoodie and shoes. I couldn't help but stare. I flopped back, George doing the same. I pulled the blanket over us and sighed comfortably. We were a few inches aparte from each other.

"Did you even share a bed with someone at the hospital?" He asked not looking at me

"Yeah, he was having a hard time with his parents, he really needed someone to give him positive physical attention. Everyone else was dealing with their own issues so I let him sleep in bed with me. We got super close. He overdosed in the middle of the night, died in my arms."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry"

"No it's okay, that was a long time ago.. I've learned to live without someone in my bed"

I felt him grab my hand and move closer to me.

"I've never shared a bed with someone before, my parents are always at work to support me and I've always been judged by people at school for being gay and hurting myself." I looked at him suprised. Why would he do that to himself? He seemed so perfect.

"Well I hope you can handle the sound of snoring" I giggled.

He giggled and moved closer. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled in as close as I could. His waist was so small.

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