He knows.
How long has he known?
Why did he only mention it now?
What are his thoughts?
Do I text? Call?
Will he message me on his own?
Does he hate me?
Is he mad?
How did he find out?
What do I do?
I’m in front of my mirror. I look at myself. I look awful. Tears streaming down from my golden eyes, dark circles lying where they always have, My hair is a mess. Strands falling across my face. Brown fading to yellow. Brunette to blonde. The moonlight is streaming in, illuminating my face with help from the phone clutched in my hands. The screen bears my two most used contacts. On top is “Kuro” then right underneath, “Addiction Squad”. Who do I contact? I need to talk to someone. Which is the better option?
Who? Do I betray Kuro and trust my mental health in the hands of people he doesn’t know I talk to? Or do I risk it and call him? There’s my parents. I could call them. I don’t know what to do.
Screw it. I’m sorry, Kuro.
My thumb reaches for “Addiction Squad”, but a call comes in.
Kuro is Calling..
Answer Decline
It’s nearly 11. He’s not asleep?
Vibrations… Stop… Vibrations… Stop… Vibration-
Pause… his voice.
“Hey, go lay in bed.” His voice is gentle, understanding. He does not demand words. He is not harsh. He is kind.
I do as told.
“Take some benedril, I know you have it.” Once again, he does not yell. He does not demand explanations.
“Now, just answer 1 or 2. Do you wish to converse or listen to me talk until you fall asleep?” He sounds tired. He’s risking his sleep to stay up with me till I’m asleep. If he knew, he knows that could be till like 2 in the morning.
“But-”
“No ‘buts’. 1 or 2?”
“Two.”
“Alright, just relax and I’ll be here with you till you fall asleep.”
And he did just that. He told me stories of his home. His thoughts through the days. The lore behind every story he conducts in his head. He tells stories about friends he has. He refered to them as just friends and gave no names. He talked about what’s on his mind without betraying a friend’s trust. He reads a book to me. He stays awake for hours with me and the last things I remember before closing my eyes to sleep are words from the book, "I volunteer” and the time, 2;43 am.
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Addiction
FanfictionAddiction. What a negative connotation it holds. There are many kinds of addiction. Everyone has at least one. Maybe they're addicted to the way they behave, to the reactions they get from people from a certain action, to their phone, to having some...
