College For Stickmen

37 - The Symphony Of Solitude

(Update to the plot, none of them really live in the dorms anymore cuz of stuff, some families couldn't afford it, etc etc)

SH, and mental abuse warning

Green soon arrived home from college and waited at the door once he shut it. Nothing. Per usual.. he was used to his presence being ignored, so him expecting a "how was your day" was weird. He walked around the house a little. He kind of forgot just how massive it really was.. then again, his parents were filthy rich.

He walked into the main living room and saw his mother, on a call, talking to a friend.

"Hey mom." He spoke, putting down his bag. She simply paid no attention to him.

"Oh yes, that color was not what I was looking for. And I was like "Do you know who I am??""

Green looked at her and sighed. He then rolled his eyes as he walked over.

"Mom. I'm talking to you." He said as she looked at him.

"Green. Im on the phone." She spoke in a harsh tone. Green looked to the side.

"Yeah but.. I want to tell you about something super important to me.." He spoke in a low tone as Moss growled.

"Green, can't you see I'm on the phone?? UGH. Why are you so fucking annoying, can I not get 10 minutes to myself??" She said as she stood up, walking away.

Green could feel his eyes getting watery as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He grabbed his bag and walked up the stairs to his room.

"Psh.. who needs her anyways." He grumbled, starting to play his guitar. He thought about Purple, and chuckled to himself.

He loved that guy. He felt like Purple was his one escape from everything at home. Where he could just.. drop everything and feel safe.. loved.

"Heh. You know it's bad when the parents of your own boyfriend makes you feel more loved than your own parents.." He chuckled to himself.

"Heh. You're such a pathetic asshole." He chuckled to himself before pulling out his pocket knife, starting to cut into his arms.

Each cut into his skin felt like exhaling smoke from a cigarette, a berief, deceptive release from the pain inside.

As the blood trickled down his arm, he felt a fleeting sense of control, quickly replaced by a wave of regret. The pain did nothing to numb the anguish inside; it only deepened his despair.

He dropped the blade onto the ground and hugged his knees, crying. Straight up sobbing.

It wasn't like Green to cry. No.. no one has ever seen him cry. Not even Purple. Not even Second..

Second.. he missed him. Maybe he should talk to him.. he was a little harsh on him..

Green started to bang his head against the wall, eventually forming a bruise.

"why.. am I.. so.. fucking.. retarded.." he said with a bang in between each individual word.

He laid down on the floor and curled up into a ball, kicking his legs as he groaned, like a child.

"GHHHRHRHRRRRHHHH!!!" He groaned through frustration. He was angry at himself.

He was the reason his parents treated him this way.

His dad didn't even acknowledge his existence and his mother treated his existence like a burden.

The only person who cared about him in his family was his older brother, Forest..

As the voices continued to consume him, he glanced over to the knife on the floor.

The door opened as Forest soon came home, adjusting his leather jacket.

"Forest, honey!" Moss immediately rushed over to him. "How was your day?"

"Eh. It was okay." He chuckled. "Some bitch at the motorcycle shop wouldn't stop trying to hit on me tho. Got mad annoying." He said before handing her an envelope with cash in it.

"This month's rent, by the way." He said before walking up the stairs.

He had a long day at work and wanted to rest, but then he had a gut feeling.

He looked down the hallway, every bedroom door was shut.

"Hey ma!" He yelled.

"Yes?" She yelled back from downstairs.

"Green home?"

"Yeah. He should be in his room!" She shouted back.

Odd.

Usually he'd hear a guitar or something.

But this was quiet.. too quiet.

He had a bad feeling about this. It didn't sit right in his gut.

He went up to Green's bedroom door and knocked three times.

"Yo, bro! You in there??!" He asked.

No response.

He knocked again, this time banging on the door.

"Green! Wake up you dumbass!" He shouted.

Still no response.

Now something was wrong. He didn't want to just barge in like this.

It was kind of an invasion of privacy.

But he left Forest no choice.

He opened the door.

He looked at the empty bed, then his eyes darted to the floor.

There lied a limp green, his back facing towards the door.

"GREEN!!!" He shouted in horror as he rushed over to him, turning his body to reveal the cut up arm and a stab wound on his chest.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK-" He shouted, shakily pulling out his phone, already sobbing at this point.

He quickly dialed the number.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator said on the other side.