Rookie Chandler
I woke up with a stinging pain scorching through my ankle. It felt like it was on fire. I had never experienced something as painful as this before, but it doesn't take a genius to realize it's sprained. The only thing I was worried about when I woke up was the fact we were running away from the cops, not the fact that I sprained my ankle and passed out.
Although, part of me thought Will abandoned me. I was shocked to see him, to feel him, beside me when I woke up screaming for him. Which was a little embarrassing.
He comforted me the entire time during my panic attack. He believes that I had it because I had no idea where I am, not the actual reason, which was because the cops are still after us, Hillary is probably confused as to where her big brother is and why the hell he got "taken away" for murdering our dad, And...oh god.
Stella.
She was right there when Will and I got arrested. She witnessed everything. The brutal things they said and done to us. Randomly taking Will away. Me already in handcuffs pinned to the cruiser. What the fuck does Will think? Is he even aware he just abandoned his sister?!
Oh yeah...the whole...raping...accusation.
Fuck, we're a mess.
As I'm thinking about all of this Will is sleeping peacefully beside me. He refused to leave my side no matter how many times I told him I'm fine on my own. I guess you could say he has a heart of gold. The more I look at him though, the more I realize just how...perfect he is. From his hair to his eyes. His jawline. Everything about him is perfect.
I wonder what he thought of me.
Me. A mentally ill bastard who doesn't remember what he does when he gets mad. Or isn't even aware of when he's mad. It's not something I can control but it still isn't an excuse for me to do what I do. I don't know how to control myself. I don't know how to learn to, either. Therapy wasn't an option in my brain, people liked to tell me that it was because I'm in denial, which maybe I am. I just wished it didn't have the effect on others like it does.
Finally, just as before I could think too much into it and cause myself to engage in an episode, as people call it, Will wakes up. He blinks a couple of times, fluttering his eyelashes open, and then turns to look at me. Who has the biggest smile I could ever muster up.
"You're awake," I beam at him. That smile returns to the surface as he notices I am awake, too. "So are you." He whispered back. "Have a good nap?" I ask him once I think he's awake enough to function. He nods and starts staring at me for a little too long. I on the other hand can't seem to break the eye contact. So to save myself from embarrassment, I randomly blurt out, "So...running away, huh? That's, uh, fun." I am so damn embarrassing.
"Yup." He sighed. "Running away."
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The look behind those tired eyes
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sử"It's the look behind those tired eyes, Chandler. They tell a story not many could comprehend. Not a lot of people in your position are able to speak up about their mental health as much as you, you talking about it is a great thing!" "The only good...
