Junkyard Bastion

Past Regrets

<2:07 pm>

Saying he was a friend was a major exaggeration. We were friends but, things change, and mistakes were made.

He keeps his eye contact until I break it, the guilt bubbling in my stomach seemingly getting more intense. He grabs my hand and drags me back to my house, closing the door behind him.

I couldn't find any words, all I did was stare. What could I even say? All I could do was look away until he grabbed my face, his inches away from mines.

I felt something else rise in my stomach but I couldn't place a name on it. He  scowls at me and then pushes me backwards onto my cot. He sits down next to me, not saying a word.

"Wanna tell me your sorry or something?" He practically spits out, clearly still pissed at me. He never talks like that, let alone talks at all.

He's always said not being able to hear himself made it weird to talk,  but I found it wasteful, with a voice like his. I'd never tell him that.

"..." My teeth clench and I pull him into me, hugging him tightly, he tries to push me off but gives up soonly after, we both know I've always been stronger than him. "I know sorry isn't gonna cut it. But I-"

He grips my sides and I seethe, his nails digging into me. "I can't hear you." He remarks with a muffled voice, and I fight back the urge to face-palm.

I release the hug, and I turn to face him. I sign to him, "I know sorry isn't going to cut it." I paused for a moment before continuing, "But I want you to know that I regret it as much as you hate me for it." I sigh and I turn away, still not mentally prepared ready for what he has to say.

He sighs, and he leans back, his back hitting the wall behind us. "I hope you know I don't hate your guts. But, when your figuring yourself out, maybe don't choose the guy who said he had feelings that you said you couldn't return?"

As much as I wanted to just get out of here, just to hide away and think things over, I can't. Especially when he's the one getting hurt from it, and I'm tired of running from him.

We've been friends for years, ever since I was a baby. I've known him for as long as I can remember and I know he loves me just as much as I do. I don't wanna be this shitty friend who can't own up to shit. I wasn't raised that way.

"That was shitty of me, I'm sorry. I don't expect forgiveness or anything, and I really can't put into words how much I regret what I did, I know this sounds half-assed but I promise I'm trying."

I look away while trying to sign it the best way I can, trying my best to word it correctly for him. Just so he knows I do regret it, and I do miss having him as my best friend.

I was confused and maybe testing it on him wasn't the best idea I've had. Fuck, who am I kidding? That was the worst God damn idea I've ever had!

I bury myself into a blanket, unable to face him anymore and I hear him sigh. He gets up from my cot, and he takes the blanket away from me and I clench my teeth again. He grabs my jaw with one hand, forcing me to unclench them.

"You never stopped doing that?" He signs to me, a faint smile on his face. Seeing just the faintest smile made me grin, I knew what it meant and damn was I happy to see it. I jump onto him, my arms wrapped around him tightly in a bear hug.

He grunts as he staggers a bit, before laughing back. All the worry dragging me down melts away, I know he's forgiven me. I can't help but feel unworthy of it, considering how messed up I was to him.

But he just hugs me tighter and ruffles my hair, "Do that again and I'm chopping your dick off," He whispered in a sweet tone into my ear.

My smile drops to pure fear as my arms slump, and he laughs into my shoulder.

<3:13 pm> <Orions POV>

I'm chugging down my 10th cup of juice, if your wondering what type it is, I don't know either. Apparently it's a traditional drink made in this junkyard and damn does it taste good.

The people here warned me about drinking too much, but honestly I have a strong ass stomach. It should be fine.

<3:44 pm>

Oh my God.

I think I just threw up half my intestines.

So maybe they weren't lying after all... luckily I was able to throw up in a bush away from the houses and stuff. Y'know all this partying has me kinda tired honestly, I think I'm gonna go back to get Beck.

I jog back to the party and I look around, not finding him anywhere. That's strange. Well he's probably at his house, I should go there. I stand around confidently for around 10 seconds until I slump a bit.

I don't know where his house is.

<4:01 pm> <Becks POV>

Me and Zeriah were sitting together, just catching up on our lives and stuff, it's been 3 years after all. I was about 19 now (which he helped me remember), and he was the same age.

He's from a different "Bastion" and if you don't know what that is, there are many of them scattered across America. Ours is in the south.

These Bastions are like bases for different survivors, some specialize in scientific things, others like mechanical things (Like mines), and  more. Some Bastions often team up, giving supplies that they make to us, and we would do the same.

The Bastion I live in is currently paired up with a medical one, which is why we don't worry too much about medicine.

The Bastion he lives in, is more up north from us, and apparently they've got more mutants there than down here. Those mutants were freak accidents, caused by the nuclear bombings.

Even with an apocalypse, humans still want to fight one another. And it doesn't make sense, considering we are gonna become the last of humanity if we keep fighting each other and not the problem at hand.

I've secretly been keeping track of radios from throughout the world, my sister knows a good few languages, so I could translate a few. And I heard Germany and Greenland are almost completely wiped out, from the war and the apocalypse.

Him and I were discussing these problems together, figuring out our own solutions to it. We had pretty big dreams, even when humanity is fighting itself when it needs to be together the most. We were getting into good detail until I hear a few knocks on my door.

I get up, and I open the door, a seemingly drunk Orion falling onto me. Looks like he's out. I hear snickering behind me and Zeriah grabs him, helping me put him on the spare cot I had on the side of my house.

It was a little awkward, considering now I had no other spare cot for Zeriah, so we decided I get the floor and he can have the cot, I have a nice comfy corner next to my bookshelf anyways.

We can't exactly go to sleep since it's still early but we all laid there, either napping or just thinking about this whole world situation.

It was fucked up.

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AN: HEY SO UH. How was this chapter? Idk if anyone even comments except my sister but, I would love some feedback or just what you think about this chapter in general.

Did I cook or did I get cooked 🗣🗣 (jk)

Anyways ty for reading next update should be in the next few days or so.