TW: ANGST aND BLOOD
Adams pov:
I let go off Jonah when his breathing slowed. "I'm gonna go, see ya." I left to the place I could think straight, the garden. I threw myself into the beanbag there, with a loud huff muttering under my breath, "Why won't he just tell me what's wrong?! It's not that hard!" I kicked and rolled around on the beanbag in a little tantrum. "AGHH JUST TELL ME WHATS WRONG!" I whisper-yelled until I finally calmed down. Now, I couldn't punch the walls cause Jonah would call me gay, so that was what I could do. Yeah. Pretty dumb. "It's fine Adam, just believe he's alright, believe everything is fine, believe." I found myself repeating. Well that sure was 'helpful', huh? I got up, making my way out.
*THUD*
Trembling, I froze. I did it again. I punched the wall, and not just a normal regular one, a rocky brick wall. "Sh!t." The blood flowed more than it normally did, making my hand shake more. This wasn't normal. Red hot sticky blood trickled down my hands and fingers, some blood staining the concrete. "I-it's fine Adam, you'll fix i-it some-h-how.." Grabbing the nearby bandages, i messily bandaged my hand, not disinfecting it or stopping the blood. Jonah could help, but he would get mad. Sighing as I finished bandaging the wounds, I went back to the bunk bed.
The stars weren't pleased.
idk how to write angst.
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