Noel smoked.
it wasn't a regular thing, often depended on the occasion, but if you offered he wouldn't say no.
he used it as a sort of stress relief. he liked the burn at the back of his throat and the sting in his lungs.
the red fabric of his uniform rolled up his sleeve as he pressed the scorching ashes onto his flesh, wincing at the pain. The skin inflamed, as he quickly rolled his sleeve back down.
he stared at himself in the mirror.
what had he become?
his hair was longer, tickling his eyelids and his arms were covered in peeling flakes of dried blood.
he tried going to school today. he really did. he couldn't.
he stared at himself, traces of suffering and emptiness in the abyss of his eyes.
2 weeks since he'd last spoken to anyone from the group.
mischa lied to him.
lied about who he was.
he fucking lied about knowing him.
was noel not good enough?
ofcourse he wasn't.
or maybe he shouldn't trust him.
what if he could hurt him?
maybe it was all just a big plan to get noel hurt again.. would mischa try and..?
No, he wouldn't.
...
but how could Noel be sure?
and ocean knew.
if ocean knew, constance knew.
and that means penny and savannah must have known.
he can't trust anyone. not anymore. not after anything that happened.
he had noone.
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Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)
Humorthey're online besties, noone knows eachother. Mischa gets added by constance and from there who knows what happens.. cover by me :)
