This place is damn beautiful, gotta say. However, I can't say I'm excited for school. The expectations are higher than they are at home. I don't want to make mom disappointed.
"Okay first, I need to find a park I like. Really just any place I am guaranteed to be alone. Then find a place to get my shit." I'm starting to get anxious and agitated. I don't know how to calm myself with anything else but a substance. maybe I should make that my first priority. I don't know how long I have been endlessly walking. I hate dealing with my thoughts, it's painful. I much rather get high enough to forget my problems. It works, so why not?
Walking past an alleyway I see a tall man? kid? idk standing, holding a cig in between his teeth. He looks younger, but he's quite tall. should I take my chance? maybe he is around my age, could hook me up. fuck it, i am sick of this feeling in my chest already. "yo" i don't know how to communicate with him. So, I simply point to the rig. He seems to understand... I hope.
The tall stranger reaches behind his back and takes out a box. I know what the box is right away. He hands me a stick. I grab it while holding eye contact with him. Still holding eye contact, I take out my lighter I keep on me at all times and light the fag. I point to myself "English" he nods and says "hi" "hello" I smile lightly. we stood there in silence, not looking at each other. He seems sketchy, but i really can't judge.
I hear a buzz. Then another one. let this go on for a couple seconds. Rolling my eyes i pick up the phone "What's up ma" "I'm started to make dinner and was wondering if you wanted to come and help!" sigh "ahh sorry, i'm not home. I wanted to take a look around for myself. " "oh.. i see. i must have not heard you leaving. can you try and make it for dinner? please hun"
"yeah.. sure. love you ma"
"I love you too, be safe"
Instant regret. That's what I felt. Mom wanted to spend time with me during our first night here, but I was too caught trying to get my hands on anything that would make me numb. i slide down the wall and take another puff. I feel a hand on my shoulder, the man gave me the rest of his cigs and left laughing. "what's so funny? tch" By the time I said that he was already gone.
"This should last me for at least two days a suppose"
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"dude, i genuinely don't care" Tokyo Revengers x male reader
FanfictionWhere do i start? to put it simply, Y/n is a bitch. he never cared about others feeling, he didn't even know the concept of death. to him, it was just a normal thing. living in a poor run down place in the states wasn't all what his mom pictured it...
