dear diary (larvis)

dear diary - carry me

larry
after i had been chased by a grown man i was practically shitting myself. but at this moment i couldn't care less about being threatened my the towns pastor, i was scared for travis. god knows what kind of beating he's gotten, and that would be all my fault.

i didn't know what to do, it felt like i couldn't breathe as i pranced around in my kitchen, ranting to myself and probably the rest of the apartment too. it was so shocking to me that i knew the gut feeling really was true. and i saw it with my own eyes.

it was almost worse than the incident with charley and miss sanderson a few years ago. i know he killed her, but this is different for me. it's someone i hated for so many years not knowing how awful they must've felt. a child being tortured by someone who's supposed to take care of them. i bit my lip, trying to find anything to help myself. but the only thing i could think of, was helping him instead.

travis
when i woke up i was in so much pain i could barely even feel it. the amount of pain in my arms and in my legs and in my head was so much i couldn't sit upright without falling again. i was still in the outfit i wore for choir, but my own blood had severely darkened the material. all of this just for crying.

luckily for me, my dad wasn't anywhere to be seen. i was alone in the cold, empty, dark church. he hadn't even cared enough to take me back into the house. i grabbed onto the closest thing i could find and i hauled myself up against the pedestal. by now the floor where i had moved was soaked in blood, and if i didn't patch myself up i would probably loose too much blood. it didn't help i couldn't breathe either.

due to my asthma, i sometimes can't breathe at all. and that was happening now, when i was alone, at least 5 minutes from home and about to fucking die from the blood i was loosing. i know 5 minutes doesn't sound like long, but it is when i'm having an asthma attack. and that's only if i run.

walking to the door of the church took me what felt like forever. i had left a long trail of blood from where i had stumbled and fell a few times. i didn't even know where i was bleeding from as everything hurt so so badly. i just knew i was. it wouldn't be long until i fainted from the pain and from the blood.

eventually my father did come to get me, but he only seemed to care about the blood i left on the floors. he practically dragged me by my wrists back to our house, which just put me in so much more pain. i'm surprised the pain hadn't knocked me out already. he couldn't even help me with my inhaler. he just threw it at me and left me outside on the grass.

i really thought he had come back when i felt his hands on my legs, heaving me up and helping me stand. i couldn't even see enough to tell who it was, but i knew it wasn't my dad. i had to reach out to even attempt to try and see who it was and i most likely covered their face and clothes in blood.
"travis. it's me. larry. just.. hold still i-if you can."
he leaned down, picking up my inhaler and shoving it into his pocket. after, he put one arm under my leg and the other resting on my back before picking me up and carrying me away. despite everything being held so gently almost soothed the pain.

larry
travis was extremely light for his height and for his age. so light i could run with him. that's what i had to do. he had bled all over me despite the longest i had help him for was around 3 minutes. i was so scared that if i didn't move quickly enough he might actually die.

my mom would've killed me for the amount of blood i had gotten on her carpets, but she would understand if i told her what happened. the only option i had was to take him down to the basement and to help him there as everyone in nockfell knew how unreliable the emergency services are.