Death Smiles At The End Of The Line [Keveridge]

Chapter 5

"Oi!" was the first sound that rang through my ears early on the Saturday morning. Well, I say early, it was roughly around 9:30, but I don't normally get up until 11 on the weekends. I rolled over towards where the voice was sounding from, keeping my eyes closed and shut off from the morning light.

I grunted a response. "What?"

"Laurence, get up." cane Kier's sharp voice. This was unusual- Kier never woke me up at this time he was always the one to get up after me. I forced my eyes open, squinting in a struggle to see since my eyes were taking so long to adjust to the sunlight pouring in from the open curtains and onto my face. Kier was staring down at me, I realized once I could see clearly, his hair messy and his dark eyes standing out against his pale skin, that seemed so much whiter in the light. His eyes sparkled as they assessed my face, a small smile almost timidly creeping onto his lips.

"Morning." I smiled, my voice annoyingly groggy. Ugh. I hated my morning voice.

Kier chuckled at how croaky I sounded, the small sound he made making me smile up at him. He had a cute laugh.

"Hey." He replied, pushing a stray strand of my curling fringe from my face. "I didn't want to sleep in late today."

"And you don't want me to, either?" I muttered, softly giggling as I sat up, leaning back against the pillows.

"I didn't want to be alone." Kier muttered, turning away and shuffling off the bed, his pyjama bottoms riding low on his hips and his tshirt lifting up slightly, revealing the skin underneath; skin that didn't look as unmarked as I had hoped.

"Kier, what's that on your hip?" I pointed towards the small pink mark, and he pulled his top down to cover it.

"It's just a scar from when I was a kid." he answered, casting it away. "So what are you doing today?" he questioned, changing the subject.

"I have to get some food from the shop- We're almost out." I replied, also standing up from the bed briefly trying to tidy the messy bed sheets. "You?"

"I think I'll stay inside today."

"Kier, you haven't left the flat in four weeks!"

"I know. There's no rush, is there?" he replied, before rushing out of the room and towards the bathroom.

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[Kier's POV]

As soon as Laurence had left the flat I instantly regretted my decision to stay inside for yet another day. I was afraid to be on my own since I was aware of what I could do to myself- and that terrified me. I never wanted to be in this position. I never wanted to be in this pain. I was always a happy child- how did I become such a mess?

I sat on the sofa, my head buried in my hands. 

Ok, I thought to myself. If I can last the next couple of hours on my own, I'll be fine. 

But can I actually manage that? All it takes is one glance in the mirror to see how ugly I am and I'll break down in a trembling pile of tears. But I could see my reflection in almost everything- the TV, windows, picture frames... I can't do this.

I hadn't even noticed the hot tears streaming down my face as I ran through my thoughts. 

"I'm so pathetic." I growled, raising to my feet and storming into the bathroom, my only intention being to prove to myself how much of a mess I am. 

Wiping my tears as I entered the room known as 'the bathroom' by Laurence, but it seemed more like some sort of prison cell, since I would lock myself inside and dwell on my depression. I approached the sink and glared at the mirror mounted upon the wall above it, over criticizing  all of my flaws- which is everything I lay my eyes upon.

I almost ripped open the cabinet below the sink and reached deep into it, feeling around for the small wooden box I hid my razors in. My fingers finally reached it, and pulled it out. I shakily opened it, my eyes closing as I pulled out a small piece of metal, the cool surface of it cold against my skin. I raised it up in front of my face, my eyes opening slowly as I stared at the sight of my reflection- the sight I hated with my everything. 

And then the one thing that could save me entered my thoughts.

Laurence.

How dissapointed would he be if he saw me like this? Or if he saw the new cuts upon my skin...

The thought of seeing the disappointment  in his eyes made my heart shatter. I dropped the small box still in my grip, causing small blades to scatter across the room. 

I can't bare to see Laurence upset over me. Why did I have to tell him? Why didn't I keep it to myself, so I could go on about my life like I had for the past few months?

I was being stupid. Of course I needed to tell Laurence! He's the only one that I believe could help me- I've known him for years.

He is my everything.

I flung the razor I was still holding across the room to join the many others. 

All of a sudden i felt some kind of strength to not harm myself. Many others can manage it, why can't I? 

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[Laurence's POV]

"Kier?" I called through the flat, my voice echoing through the silence. Oh god...

Dropping my carrier bags, I began to search  through the flat, pushing past the paranoia steadily growing in my mind. I didn't need to see paranoia's gruesome face right now. Relief finally defeated the worry surging through me once I reached the bedroom, my eyes settling upon Kier, who was fast asleep, wrapped up in the quilts. 

Aww.

I smiled as I watched his nose twitch and his chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern. He was so cute.

Slowly, I removed my jacket and approached the bed, gently laying myself down upon the bed besides him, wrapping my arms around his sleeping form. The scrawny boy cuddled into me, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck as he softly slept.

This boy is my everything.

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This chapter is slightly filler-ish, just thought I'd add it in to lead onto the next chapter, which I have a decent idea for :3 

Also, how do you feel about Kier's POV, should I add something like that in more regularly? I love hearing feedback- it really inspires and motivates me :3

Thanks for reading <3