Voidheads

Chapter 3 [Burns]

After a while of silence between the two and after the burns had cooled down, Louis then finally spoke.
"Sparrow.. Are you ok..?" He said sounding worried. Sparrow usually unknowingly hurt himself. He did it so much people worried about it happening, a lot.
"Louis, I'm fine. I've always been fine. How many times do I have to tell you not to worry,"
He said before sighing and putting one hand on his head, then putting it back down on the table. "Louis, thank you helping me but you don't have to worry about me that much."
Louis had always been the one person out of the group to point out if someone was hurt and try to help, he tried to act like he didn't care a lot, he was only 17. He was still a child, he worried about people a little too much though.
"Sparrow, you've always ended up hurting yourself, it doesn't even matter what you're doing you just end up getting hurt. How can I not worry when all of this is happening to you!
How long has life been like this to you?!"
Louis shouted.
"I-" Sparrow started before being cutoff.
"You always shut yourself off and never let us help! Why can't you just let me worry about you? Do you think you can explain that to me!
At least say why you close yourself off. Please!" Louis said frantically, he may have seemed a bit crazy in the moment. His frizzy hair had poofed all about, he had random strings of his curly hair in his face.
Sparrow sighed and hugged Louis.
"I'm sorry." Is all Sparrow said.
Louis hugged him back, tearing up slightly.

"The fuck happened here dudes??"
Jackson said from the other side of the room of where the kitchen meets the living room.
Jackson was a 22 year old Voidhead with medium length hair reaching the middle of his back who wore a backwards red cap, a ripped dusty red half-cropped shirt with a grey/gray skull on it with ripped blue jeans and a slightly pinkish medical eyepatch in a square shape.
As well as a black belt with dusty-gold colored spikes with two skulls on it and black with white shoes also with spikes tied around them on a black strap, his dusty-red sleeves rolled up no farther than his elbows, also wearing black fingerless gloves.
He stood in the doorway holding a brown glass bottle of beer with a confused look on his face.
His voice spoke like the stereotypical stoner with a mix of a stereotypical jock-type high-schooler even though he was 22.
"Well?? Are you gonna
fuckin' *hic* answer me dudes??"
Asked Jackson.
Sparrow let go from the embrace he held Louis in, Louis now wiped his tears away and went back to his tea cup.
"Jackson, are you drunk again?"
Sparrow asked, putting his hand on his hip, his hand other pinching his nose bridge before letting go and doing a small open-handed gesture.
"No *hic* in hungover!"
Jackson replied, rolling his eyes.
Sparrow crossed his arms at him, giving him a look as if to say "really?".
Jackson then looked at him eye to eye.
"Okay! Fine! *hic* maybe im a
littleeeee drunk." Jackson finally said before taking a swig of his beer.
He then noticed the bandages
on Sparrows hand.
"Yo dude, the fuck happened to your hand? Are you alright man?" Jackson spoke, a slight bit of sincerity in his voice.
Sparrow then looked at his hand before recrossing his arms.
"I'm fine, just a few burns." Sparrow replied.
"Actually!"
Louis yelled from the kitchen.
"He spilt coffee all over his hands again because he was de-realizing!"
He paused.
"Again!!"
Jackson sighed before taking another swig of his beer, it almost hitting him in his teeth, even though they aren't currently visible.
"Man, you need to stop doin' all that-
*hic* Funky shit! You're gonna
keep gettin' hurt!"
Jackson said, with less concern as before, as if he was making a proud drunken statement instead of a serious drunken suggestion.
Sparrow did nothing but roll his eyes.
Jackson then walked away and sat down on the couch, legs spread apart with a beer in hand like a wife-beater shirt wearing drunken middle aged balding father who always had a mysterious stain on every shirt, wether big or small, noticeable or not, it was there.
Sparrow then decided to go for a small walk, so he hurriedly ran upstairs, put his fingerless gloves on, grabbed his head-phones and phone.
Then he went back down the stairs, grabbing his wallet and keys before putting his shoes on.
"If anyone asks, im on a walk!"
He yelled before going outside the door.
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