I want to cry, I'm having a writers block.
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It was two weeks later. Things were going downhill. Jaime was barely talking to me and would stay in his room most of the time. The only times he'd be out was for dinner and breakfast or practicing new songs.
He'd give me a generous smile every now and again but he stopped paying much attention to me and I needed to know why.
I was sitting in the living room when Mike came and sat beside me. "What's up?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Why do you assume something's up?" I asked. He raised his eyebrow and wiped a tear from my face.
"Because you're crying you dimwit." he chuckled through his words.
I replied with an "Oh." He asked me what's wrong again and I explained Jaime's distance from me.
"Guess you've got to talk to him, bro." he suggested, rubbing my shoulder. "He's in his room now so be a man and go." Mike patted my shoulder and got up to go to the kitchen. I gave him an unconvincing smile as he left.
The atmosphere was dismal. I played with the withering threads of the fabric couch and contemplated whether or not I should talk to Jaime. I felt like nothing good would outcome from it. I sighed.
I decided to follow Mike's advice and head to Jaime's room. I knocked in a small rhythm and rocked back and forth on my tiptoes and heels, waiting.
"Who is it?" His voice called from inside.
"It's Vic.." I said softly.
"O-oh, uhm c-come in." His voice weakened and crumbled slightly.
I turned the door handle and opened the white, wooden door; closing it behind me. Jaime was sitting on his bed with a few doodle books on his lap. I sat on the side of his bed. He shuffled over and asked if I wanted to lay down. The most affection he's shown me all week. I settled down beside him and he slid down so his head was below my shoulder. I rested my elbow on his shoulder and played with his barely spiky hair, watching him sketch aimlessly. "What you drawing?" I asked.
"Don't know really.." he replied restlessly. I sighed.
"Mind if I look at your other books?" I questioned. He handed me his other two sketch pads and gave me an innocent smile. He continued to doodle. I flicked through the pages until one caught my eye.
'Vic, Vic, Vic, Vic, Vic.' My name all over a page. The ink was still quite fresh so it seemed just about a few hours old. I blushed and smiled. A small chuckle escaping from my pursed lips.
"What's so fun-" he stopped, realising the page I had stopped on. His face went red and he looked away.
"Sorry, it's just really.. cute, I guess." I said to him. He looked at me with a weak smile and embarrassed eyes. I kissed his forehead and he smiled.
Suddenly his smile disappeared when I continued to study the pages. He tried to snatch it away from me. "Wait, Vic! Stop looking at it!" he raised his voice. Still trying to grab hold of it.
"Ooh, something I'm not meant to see? Interesting!" I smiled menacingly, unprepared for what I saw on the next page. I looked at the page. And then at Jaime.
By now, he would've realised what page I was looking at when he saw the frustrated, sad and lost look in my eyes.
He stayed silent. The page. Written in ink was 'Sorry, Vic.' Sorry for what? But more importantly. What else was on the page? Blood. Fresh blood. Blood that had stuck slightly on the previous page, causing it to rip slightly.
I put the book on the bedside table and faced Jaime who was now sitting awkwardly on the bed. I sat in front of him and looked straight into his eyes. Tears were now leaking from his soft, brown eyes. Before I did what I was going to do, I kissed him. I waited for him to return the kiss, but he didn't. So I kissed him again. Nothing. I sighed and lifted his baggy sleeve, slowly. I didn't lift it the whole way up. Just enough to get my hand under his sleeve and on his skin. His skin, where I felt 5 to 10 scabbed lines. 5 other open ones. And 4 or 5 that felt ripe. I slid my hand out to see blood on my hand. I wiped my hand on my black trousers and wiped Jaime's streaming tears. I kissed him again and this time he returned it.
"I'm not going to pester you, yet. But I knew something was up. So all I want you to do, is explain."
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Next chapter is going to be set a week earlier. :') It's great to know people are actually reading. If any of you write any work, give me a shout out please! Comment, vote and keep reading. Thanks guys! :-)
Title credit: Can You Feel My Heart // Bring Me The Horizon
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