Rookie Chandler
I couldn't be more angry at someone more than Will. It was all his fucking fault we got in this mess. He was the one who got us here in the first place! He was the one who decided me jumping off a fucking dock was a fantastic idea. He brought me to this ugly place to get treated—a fucking sewer hole. He brought me here instead of a damn hospital like any normal human being. Who cared if we were on the run?! Maybe we could've come clean about everything and none of this shit would've happened if he brought me to the hospital!
I was furious.
So fucking furious.
He's quiet. Now he's fucking quiet—out of all the times he yaps, yaps, yaps, all day long. It's a good thing, too, that he's quiet. I don't feel like arguing with him. Not when I'm in this situation.
Not when he got me in this situation.
"Rooks..." He said with pleading eyes. He also sounded like he was about to cry—he even has tears dwelling up. "What?! Do you not understand that it was all because of you this is what we're fucking doing?! It's a fucking sewer we're stuck in! Besides, you hide who you truly are around me, Vincent! So how the fuck can I trust you?!"
Will Vinny
He was screaming at me. If it were anyone else I wouldn't give two flying shits and would be swinging fists by now. When it comes to Rookie though, that urge isn't there. The feeling of wanting to rip out his eyes out of their sockets isn't there.
Where is the Rookie I know?
I didn't like seeing him like this but I know he can't control it. He wasn't lying; he's not himself when he gets like this.
And I can only wonder what or how he feels when he comes out of it. An episode like this.
"I...I don't hide from you, Rooks. Truly, I don't." I managed to tell him. If I could get him to calm down then you best bet I will try. I don't think it'll work—I mean, how can you deal with something like this?
Even my sister was more calm than this during hers. So I never knew how to handle difficult episodes like these.
"Bull fucking shit you don't! Bruce told me what I needed to know," He tells me. Dilated eyes bore into my soul. They're looking at me like I have nothing worth saying to him—nothing at all. He's heavily breathing, probably from his anger. His hands are shaking—again, probably from the anger.
What do I do?
"I promise you. Whatever Bruce fucking told you was not the truth. I promise you, Rookie, I will explain to you. You just. You just have to fucking listen to me."
Rookie Chandler
Listen? To him? Fuck. That. I have what I needed to know—so what if he wasn't the one who told me? It's all I needed to know.
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Will Vinny
I left. I left him there. Maybe it was a bad move of me, but I did. I couldn't handle him doing this to me and I couldn't figure out why. Why did he have this effect on me like I was some sort of fucking slave for him? Why did I feel this way for him?
Why the fuck did I fall for him?
I knew it was going to happen. I knew I was going to witness this side of him sooner or later.
I just wished I was prepared.
But just like my sister told me before she died: "No one can be prepared for the first time an episode happens. No matter the signs; you can't predict someone's behaviour." And she was never more right.
I wanted to help him. I want to help him.
You can't help a person that doesn't want to be helped. Even you know that.
Right.
Even I knew that.
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The look behind those tired eyes
Ficção Histórica"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...
