Wally Darling - An ANGST story

Ragdoll Energy

ThE nExT DaY (I would like to apologize-)

Wally's POV

I woke up the next morning, almost empty-headed. I pushed myself onto the bed, then felt the pulsing throb of my arm, all the memories flooding back to me about last night. I decided to forego brushing my teeth, and tiredly got on my usual outfit for the day. I didn't need to do my hair, with it being rock hard from when I did it yesterday. Well, to be fair, I didn't really check my hair, but when I felt around it it seemed to be intact. I wasn't hungry, not even stepping into the kitchen. I wave to home, my body still won't let me speak. I go to turn the knob, and the door's locked. with my still shaky hand, I knock on the door, softly as to not hurt home. I don't even feel like going outside. I don't feel anything.

Barnaby's POV:

I make my way up to Wally's house, you know, to check on him, like good friends do. His parents didn't sleep at Home last night, they wanted to keep them separated after the whole vase situation. But that's not my reason to separate them.

I softly knock on the door. I hear shuffling, but no answer. "Home, is Wally here?" I ask, knowing damn well he is. I was expecting some kind of creak signalling yes or no, but Home just opens the door. I walk in to see Wally, face down on the couch, looking as though he threw himself onto it. "Hi wally?" I say, it coming out as more of a question than a statement. Without lifting his head, waves ever so slowly. before his hand goes limp like the rest of his body. I make my way over there, sitting criss-cross applesauce next to the couch, and start patting his shoulder. Head pats work a lot better, but he wouldn't want me to touch his hair, so this will have to do. We spent ten minutes like this before he rolled off the couch (literally) and crawled onto my lap.

"Are you okay Wally?" I ask, knowing he might not answer.

He shifts himself to face me, trying to make eye contact. That's the Wally I know, at least a part he showed me. Of course I look back at him. The eye contact didn't last long, for he broke it, which he's never done before.

"Thank you."

Now it's my turn to not answer. I mean, I'm happy he's feeling well enough to talk again, but my main focus is helping him, especially when he's avoiding my question. I won't push any further, I really missed his voice.

Then I hear a knock on the door. "Do you want me to get it?" I ask. Wally didn't respond, but did get up and get the door, not opening it to where they can see inside.

Wally's POV:

I hear a knock at the door. I really don't want to see anyone. I open the door to find

*sigh*

Julie. It's not the worst person to be at the door.

"Hello."

She seems upset, but my head hurts having thoughts about whatever the hell she's upset about.

"Can we come in?" she asks. It sounds more like a statement than a question. Wait who's we?

I look slightly behind her, seeing everyone else, well- except for Barnaby's mom and my step-father. I look back for Barnaby's expression, he looks disappointed.

Was this their plan? For me to think I could trust them? They just came early, didn't they. Unluckily for them, I don't even-

"Are you letting us in or not?" Sally asks, looking rather annoyed. I open the door fully, watching as the rest of them make their way into the living room. They seem to not even acknowledge Barnaby's presence. Frank and my mother seem to step out of the little crowd they gathered in the living room. Frank starts with his sentiment.

Barnaby's POV:

Wally hasn't said a word. I would have thought he would cry, or run, but he seems as though he didn't care what anyone said about him. Of course he has his signature smile on, but if you knew him like I did, you'd say he looked... Blank.

Everyone got their bone to pick with him, outwardly expressing their anger. "Barnaby, is there something you'd like to say to him?" Frank said, raising half of his singular eyebrow. I couldn't speak. I was flabbergasted. How could they say such cruel things to him? After all he did for them? And over breaking his own vase...

"Are you done?"

I shuddered at the sheer hatred in his voice.

Nobody spoke. After what seemed like a decade of his hatred lingering the air, they started to almost tip-toe to the door.

After everyone left, he asked me,

"Barnaby, can I be alone?"

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I tried to make a longer chapter today! All this is leading up to the moments in store. I'm so sorry for making the neighbors cruel in this chapter, but I promise they aren't at fault! Thank you and have a great day or night!