Fixing You (A Suitloon Fanfic)

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A few days had passed since the sleepover, and Balloon had never felt so excited. This was the first legitimate friend he's had since... well, ever! It felt great opening up to Suitcase about everything that's happened to him, and finally finding someone who will listen and give you sympathy, rather than spit out rude remarks and tell him to quit lying. This also had helped him tremendously with his depression, which he was ecstatic about as well. It was getting more and more severe until Suitcase started talking to him, and he slowly felt like he was feeling happier than usual. The only problem with this was that he was so caught up with feeing this way, that he forgot about the future, and the people that still despise him at school. Thursday was what reminded him of that. One walk home by himself was all it took.

His brother apologized, telling him that he was sick and didn't go to school that day. Unfortunately for him, his brother drove him home everyday, with him being a senior with a license and all, which left him with no choice but to walk. He could ask Suitcase, but she had already left, and had previously talked about going straight to get her hair cut after school. It wasn't a big deal to walk home to him, it was only a 30 minute walk and he knew his way around Anderson fairly well.

Giving himself a head start, he jogged down towards the sidewalk to try and get home faster. He heard his old adidas shoes hit the pavement, and tried to keep a beat as he headed across the block. Midway through the next street, he heard a near by snicker. "Hey, would you look at that, it's everyone's least favorite depressed douchebag, Balloon!"

Balloon stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that sneer, smooth voice. "What the hell are YOU doing here, Trophy?" He felt Trophy slither closer, his unsurprisingly strong axe lingering up his nostrils. "Oh, just thought I'd ask you a.. little question." Balloon's face quickly showed an annoyed expression, clearly uninterested in what he had to say to him. "I noticed that you've been getting in a car with someone and smiling and chatting with a girl lately.. how much did you pay her?" Balloon rolled his eyes. "I'm already broke, Trophy, so I didn't pay her. I know it may be surprising, but she actually wants to hang out with me, so back off."

He scoffed back, "My god, she must be about as, maybe even more, pathetic than I thought if she really is friends with you. If I were her, I'd hang myself now so I wouldn't have to deal with you." Balloon quickly turned around, refusing to talking talk about her and me like that. "I'll have you know that she is one of the nicest and sweetest girls you will ever meet in your life. She brings joy to every room she walks in, unlike you, who brings joy when you leave a room." Trophy retorted, "Oh shut up! Hey wait, I have an idea! Why don't you just kill yourself?," a laugh a escaped his lips. "Now THAT will bring people joy." Balloon stuttered, "W-Well, if I wanted to kill myself, I'd just climb your ego and jump down to your IQ."

Trophy's face suddenly grew engulfed with rage. "WHY YOU LITTLE TWAT!" His hand turned to a fist, and suddenly hit me right in the eye. He then got out his pocket knife, which he owned for some reason, and started to scratch me everywhere as I cried in agony. Sure, I've gotten pushed into lockers and called mean names before, but it had never rose to this extent. He suddenly got up, and whispered something in my ear. "Tell anyone about this, and you'll get much more than a few scratches next time." Balloon gulped in fear, and felt one more blow to his stomach before Trophy left him there.

Balloon felt major pain on his stomach and his arms, and knew he probably had a black eye or something from his punch. He felt tears escape his eyes as he struggled to lift himself up. "Ow..." He mumbled to himself. He felt the slight sting from the cuts on his arms, and slowly cringed as he looked down and saw that he had ruined his jacket. "I-It was an old jacket anyways..." He slumped back home, crying most of the way. He finally got home, calmed himself down, and just went straight to bed.