the night :: c.h. (2)

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[ W A R N I N G : There is self harm discussed in this chapter. Please skip over this if it is something you rather don't want to read about !!! This chapter sucks anyway so !! Also, feel free to talk to me anytime !! Any !! Time!! Ok ily ]

J A N U A R Y

Don't think. Push through.

Was what Calum was thinking as he cleaned all the tables in the bar as it was avout to close and there were only about three people sitting at one of the tables.

His mom found the idea of him getting a job brilliant, so good that she called a families friend who was owner of a independent bar and restaurant if they didn't need some help . It was a great distraction from his, cough, antisocial behaviour and he could finally try to gain some responsibility now that it wasn't much time till he would graduate and should start to think about what he wanted to do in life.
Calum doubted that it would get him anything to work at a families friend's service, but his mom thinking her son was doing fantastic was reason enough.

His job was shitty- just filling glasses with whatever liquid, beer most of the time, which always took him a while to let the foam sink to add in some more.
His hands were sticky at the end of the day, and his feet sore additionally to that, but gaining some money for not having to face the same four walls every twenty four hours? Didn't sound too bad.

He was glad he didn't have to talk to a lot of people though. Like serving- god how much he would've hated to put on a smiley face on work now as well. So he didn't complain about the pouring-drinks-job. This way he could put on a grumpy face and no one would care or could piss him off.

He got home, exhausted, tired and lazy, scratching the side of his face as he pushed his hair in the right place yet it somehow found his way back in his face.

It was dark already, the lights low and everything seemed silent. He gazed up to sky for short, and threw his keys in the air before catching them again in a sigh.

He mumbled a quick hello to his mom as she brushed through his hair as he walked past her before he was already on the stairs towards his room with the obly destination to fall onto his bed.

"By the way Calum, I cleaned your room."

Calum hummed in repeat, still walking up his room whilst rubbing his tired eyes.

And then it let him almost lose his breath and fall backwards down the stairs. His eyes widening, he remembered a something that he had forgot about a while ago. His tiredness quickly forgotten, he nearly run up his room and pushed through the door, spunning around his room.

The shirt.

The freaking bloody shirt that looked as if someone died in it. He didn't need his mom to get another shock, right after things seemed to have settled down for him.

He stood in the middle of his room, trying to get a clear orientation of the room that looked so much different as the past weeks when everything was lying everywhere and it didn't really matter to him.

Trying to calm down a bit, he tried to think clear.

Alright.

He hurried over to the corner he remembered to have thrown it into and pulled back and forth every kind of furniture or lamp close to it. Nothing.