Blood spewed out of my shoulder in small droplets. I shivered. The only thing coursing in my mind was how I wanted life to be over with already.
I heard a distinctve knock at the door along with my favorite voice.
"Hello? Jeremy! Could you open the door? You know, no hands n' stuff- uhm. Please?"
I quickly hid my arm with my favorite long sleeve shirt, hiding the scissors that had I forced to cut my skin in my trinket drawer. I speed walked to the door, sliding it open.
"Ah! Hello luv, good to see you! Uhm, can say you would say the same for me."
I moved out the way for him to move in with his management rail, considering how tall I was, he'd bonk me in the head if I didnt.
"Hmm, I am."
I didn't realize how I might have looked like just came back from the dead, and with my usual death stare, I surely did.
"Really? Uhm well, yeah. Ill belive you..
Now, you do realize theres cameras in here right-"
Everything he said was a blur, I didnt need to hear much more. I could feel my head burn up. Could feel my brain puff up with smoke. I floped on my bed, curling up with one of my pillows.
"Luv?" I heard him call. "Listen I'm not mad at you I'm just wondering.." He stammered, "why? Why would you ruin you skin like that? It doesnt even bloody do anything, and yet.. you just get carried away and.." He kept pausing like he was tearing up, "it hurts to see you like that." He nodded once he concluded his little speech, his voice heavy.
"I dont want to talk about it." I said flatly. I truly, did not have the energy to talk right now.
"You never want to talk about bloody anything! You said that last time, and time before that, and- bloodly hell. I just need to know whats wrong so can help! Thats all i want to do!"
My ears blead from that last sentence. Ive heard that countless times in countless situations. I hated it. Most times, like times right now, I barely knew what was going on.
"... Im sorry." I tighted up hugging the pillow harder.
"Nono, nothing to be sorry about- I just." He sighed, "here tell you what, if you catch me once I pop off my management rail, I'll be there to give you a little bit of comfort."
I closed my eyes for a few, then slowly got up to the middle of the room where Wheatley's management rail ended.
"Come on." I reached my hands to the point where if he detached, hed instantly get cought. Which did happen, and I lazy got back in bed, with him clutched tightly to my chest.
