‼️HUGE TW: SH, ALCOHOL MISUSE(?), IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU PLEASE CLICK AWAY‼️
I'm sorry that I keep writing kind of sad chapters😭
This is before Ray quit drinking for good and also pretend they live together🤗
Italics = Speaking
Bold Italics = Thinking
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Ray sighed and hugged his knees closer to his chest as he heard Sand burst through the front door of their shared apartment.
He wanted to get up.
Lock the door.
Hide.
Run.
But he couldn't.
He had no energy.
Weakly, he grabbed his jacket that had been discarded onto the floor.
He slowly pulled it on, hoping he could get rid of everything before Sand came in.
Yeah right.
He looked at his surroundings and wanted to throw up.
There was bloody tissues and blood all over the floor.
He could hear Sands voice calling his name.
Ray: Please don't come in here...I can't do this right now...
He leaned his head back on the wall and finally let the tears he'd been holding in for so long escape.
He could hear Sands voice getting closer.
Sand: Ray?! Ray, where the fuck are you?!
The bathroom door then flew open and silence was cast over the room.
Ray looked up at Sand who looked like he was witnessing a crime scene.
Sand: What?- What happened?
Ray: Nothing happened. Everything's fine.
His voice was slurred and he seemed to be going in and out of consciousness.
Sand immediately kneeled in front of him and held his hands, one of which had a box cutter in it which was covered in blood.
Ray could no longer sense anger in Sands presence.
Sand: Ray...
He became teary eyed and pulled the other boy into his arms.
Ray just sat there. Motionlessly.
Sand: What...did...did you do this to yourself...?
Ray just nodded and now Sand felt like he was the one who was going to be sick.
Yes, he had noticed Rays scars before. More times than he could count.
