-DISCONTINUED-Camilo angst A gift and a Curse-DISCONTINUED-

17~Distant~17

Wednesday 6:42 A:M

~Trigger warnings time~

Teasing, mention of self-harm, insomnia, crying, and cussing

No song  (Tell me If yall have one)

Why am I so distant?

"I would like to take this opportunity to clarify that I am not solely responsible for spending time with Luis and neglecting my household chores. It is frustrating that everyone is placing the blame on me for this situation. Additionally, I am tired of the voices in my head bothering me incessantly and wish they would leave me alone. Although I understand that my famila is concerned about my well-being, I do not see the harm in distancing myself from them and only visiting Luis's shop when I need to. It is my choice to sneak out late at night and visit undisclosed locations, and I am not bothered by the fact that one of the men I loved turned out to be a terrible person. In other words, Camilo Madrigal is not affected by any of this. How does that sound?"

 Camilo said looking at Carlos, who was sitting on his bed his legs crossed looked at  The shapeshifter, and his mental health was worse than it was. His eyes were puffy, and deep eye bags and the scars on his arms were getting deeper and found their way to his chest and legs. His bandages were unkept and you could see the blood on his outfit.

"Maybe get rid of the 'voices in my head?' Also, you don't even go to Luis's anymore you haven't for a week. I'm just saying you don't need to explain yourself, this won't help you Camilo, you haven't eaten in days. Don't you notice? This room is here to pick up your pieces believe it or not the room & I do care for you, There are zero mirrors anywhere you haven't been getting nightmares in a while. For, fuck's sake we have made it easier for you to 'stay alive'!" Carlos said, looking at Camilo with concern.

"I, just need to I don't know, wait hold up is that why you do things I can't do? I thought the food on the nightstand was from my parents," Camilo looked at the boy on the bed.

"Well, I can't have you dying, just, think of it as tough love I guess you also need to think Camilo, if you die you know the stuff it could cause for your room? Remember what happened to Bruno? Your room will shrive up and die. Along with the memories of you until you are forgotten, until nobody remembers your name, your door will disappear-" 

"So, like Coco?" 

"Camilo, Unlike Bruno, your door won't get its light back, so the longer you stay alive the better for you, your room for me, and the mental state of others. So, you or going to walk down the stairs and tell your Famila what going on, Tell them."

"I can't if I would I could but, I just can't can I just act as if nothing happened, I want to wait it out I don't want them to judge me, Carlos because if they judge me if they no longer think of me as a kid who you don't have to deal with,  someone who takes weight of your shoulders. I'd just be another kid with more issues adding to the pile, making it harder for everyone. I'll toughen up and deal with the scars rubbing up against my outfit, or how itchy they are, I'll do anything to remain as that 'funny kid'." Camilo looked at Carlos trying his best to convince Carlos not to force him to talk to his Famila.

"What are you gonna do with the paper you just spent an hour on?"

"Rip it up, get rid of it," Camilo said smiling 

"I'll get you some food" Carlos groaned snapping his fingers, his's Tia's food appeared on his desk, and Camilo practically launched at the food, eating it All his scars healed up his eye bags were gone and he looked better than before.

"I and you both know that you're going to throw all of this up later right?"

"Just give me this Carlos," Camilo said with a joking tone in his voice as he finished the plate. Camilo and Carlos sat down on the shapeshifters bed and just talked, of course, Camilo didn't notice when his phone had a ding from Meto. Carlos had blocked it, of course, Carlos did what any person with the right mind would do, answer that text for Camilo; who was sleeping on his bed, getting a well-needed sleep.