Crybaby ♡ Phan

Cry Baby

"You're all on your own and you lost all your friends

You tell yourself that it's not you, it's them"

♡♡♡

Dan watched the skies turn a swirling vortex of oranges and pinks and blues, almost calming him. He took another drag from his cigarette. He'd counted. Only two left. Damn. He was short on pounds to give to Joey, his supplier. Though calling Joey a supplier was odd, since he wasn't a druggie, just a twenty-something guy with a purple quif and screaming gay appearance, who bought underages cigarettes and sometimes beer.

He was glad he'd worn his mint green jumper, since it was so cold. The cigarette, now finished, laid on the hard cement as Dan smashed it in with his lilaic Converse.

He didn't want to go into that house, that house filled with assholes. And that's what they were. Assholes.

And Dan was afraid if they so much as looked at him he'd burst into tears, because he was a cry baby. He was ashamed to admit it.

He touched his stomach, remembering the night. The blood, the water, the knife, him.

"No." Dan muttered out loud. He shouldn't keep remembering him and what he did.

But his stomach made it hard not to.

Deciding finally that it was too cold to dilly dally any longer, Dan left the balcony and darted for his bedroom, happy everyone was in the downstairs living room watching TV and he was upstairs.

He locked his door behind him, only slightly paranoid of his family.

Lifting his shirt, Dan looked in the mirror. The words 'Cry Baby' were as plain as day visible, carved into his stomach carefully from two years ago. They still looked clear, after all the time that had passed since.

"Cry baby" He stiffened. "But I don't fucking care."