(Alec Benjamin - Water fountain)
A/N : we all gonna ignore how I just died for a few months dwdw
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Night had fallen on the Oakwood household and the rest of the world as I lay my head on the door, still seething with rage. It hurt, it had burned but at this point I don't care. I had stepped into my room when it slammed shut to punch a wall and my hand still bleeds and stings from previous actions.
Why must everything be so painful when you hate attachments? That you're obligated to protect them? Everything had hurt, everything had burned, my bridges to relationships, my family, even my own skin. I reach into my pocket for a lighter, grabbing the nearest cigarette I could locate, lighting it and inhaling the smoke. It burns, so good, why is that?
It's a strange phenomenon I decided, that pain felt good, but the happy feelings of caring drowned my silence into a pitiful mess of words and strings. My thoughts were clouding, until a resounding knock was on my door. "I'm not fucking interested in your bullshit, Johnathan." I responded crudely, my eyes flickering to the cigarette until I heard a tiny familiar voice.
"Miss Cecilia?", Ciaran shyly asked, his messy brown hair popping through the window, but there was one thing off about him. He was covered with blood, that obviously was his. "How did you find me?", I whispered quietly, putting a finger over my mouth, putting out the cigarette and walking towards him. "I saw you walk in here!" He smiled happily as he said that. "Don't fucking say that, you're bleeding.", I harshly retorted and grabbed my shirt to attempt to clean up his blood.
It appeared that it wasn't self-inflicted, which brought out a long and heavy sigh from me. "Come here." I said, dragging him over to my bed to help a bit further, but the tone in which I said it threw me aback. No, no, no. I shouldn't be speaking in a soft tone, I shouldn't be so gentle and careful with him. This is wrong. Please, don't let him play with me like how the last one did.
"Cecilia..?" "Yes, Ciaran?" "What does fuck mean?" "Don't say that god dam-", I stopped myself before I began to curse more. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe. Maybe it's calm before the storm, perhaps.
A/N : Fluff with traumatized people? woah surprising! Dw there's another coming for you :))
