SMOKE (rydon)

Fabric Covered Skin

Ryans POV

I fucked up yet again. Why'd I even say that?! It definitaly hurt Bren, and then he yelled at me! I hate being yelled at. After a while of sitting and trying to understand what exactly just happened, I decided to go take a walk in the forest.

I ran upstairs to my room and grabbed my cigarette box and lighter, I'd be needing both.

I walked outside from the door going out to the pool, going through the gate in the black metal fence that leads out to the woods.

I don't know how long I had been walking till I could barely see the highway through the trees and saw a small cabin. There were pine trees near it so I had decided to go through there. I saw a rock infront of a small stream with a tiny waterfall.

I sat down on the rock and looked around. No ones here, why not smoke a few? 

I took out a cigarette and lit it, then putting it in my mouth. Looking at my arm I saw all my scars... Time to make a new one...

I held my arm out and held the lighter to the underside, sparking the lighter, but the first time it didn't fully light, so I tried again.

As soon as I set my thumb on it again someone ran t me quickly grabbing the lighter. I quickly recongized them. "Brendon!" I yelled, sounding like I'd seen a ghost i'm guessing. Wait I did see a ghost. (A:N// THAT WAS THE CHEESIEST THING EVER SORRY OMG). "Ryan don't you dare do that!" He yelled.

Brendon's POV

I can't belive it never clicked with me. All those scares on his arm. All the times in public when he wears sweat shirts in the summer at 90 degrees. I quickly turned around and ran through the pine trees, lighter in hand. I ran into the cabin and slammed the door, making it break off one out of the two old hinges that held it.

I sat on the bed the opened the second drawer and looked at the rusty, blood stained blades and razors, from when I was alive. I used to come here whenever my parents fought. 

I assume Ryan could tell where I ran to because soon enough he opened (pushed aside) the broken door.

As he walked over to me he didn't even make eye contact. He sat down next to me on my bed.

After minutes of silence, and Ryan looking around. He finally said something. "It's fine if you hate me.. I understand. I hate myself. Everyone hates me."

That there broke me, I started sobbing and turned to him, hugging him quickly and hugging him tight. "don't ever leave me, Ry" I said quietly. He held on to me tight. "I won't" He said, crying.