Juliet, no Romeo.

Lonely Concussions.

I fucking jumped. I fucking jumped off of Mr. Spider's rooftop because I was that fucking stoned and believed I was a bird or some shit. I was now, due to my idiotic decision, laying in a hospital bed. A few scrapes and bruises, whatever, but a fucking consussion? I really was a self-sabotaging maniac. Yet before I could fall into my fifth existential crisis of the morning, Brayden Sebastian Laurence ambled into the room.

Shit. I forgot that I set my emergency contact to Mr. Laurence so that I could avoid my mother's consistent worries.
"You look rough," he started, attempting to clear the awkward air of the room. Yet the air flowed so cleanly and concisely that you could practically cut the tension with a knife.
"Not as rough as you," I commented back, taking note of the hallowing eye bags encompassing his face. "What's up with that anyways?"

Silence, squirming, avoidance; there was definitely something Brayden Sebastian Laurence was hiding from me.
"Well?" I pushed. Eyes prancing from one end of the room to the other, shifting slightly from foot to foot,  fingers tumbling together; just what did he do?
"One of my friends was at the get-together you were at, so I sort of asked him if he could keep an out for you." No fucking way. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? The urge to push Brayden Sebastian Laurence into a deep, dark ditch was very real.
"He hadn't updated me yet, so I stayed awake till he answered." But clearly he never did, all Brayden Sebastian Laurence got was a call from the Children's Health Centre. Great, just great.

"So you stalked me?" You fucking stalked me through your friends?
"I wouldn't put it that way, I just wanted to make sure you were safe." You're not my dad. You will never be, you brainless bitch. Stop watching me. Though my dad was never in my life and never cared for what I was doing. So maybe Brayden Sebastian Laurence should be like my dad.
"Yeah, okay. Just get out of here. I've already had a bullshit day as it is, I don't need you making it worse." The words just sort of slipped out. It was harsh, sure, but I didn't quite realise the damage I had just done until Brayden Sebastian Laurence flinched and whinced at the words like I physically inflicted pain on him. Though at this point, I was ready to do that.

"Sure, whatever you say Sophie." And with that, Brayden Sebastian Laurence disappeared through the crack of the door. I was in solidarity, it was all I ever wanted to be left alone from Brayden and his selfish want for company, yet it didn't bring me the joy I quite expected. Rather, it brought me a feeling of coldness.