Bloodstream - Septiplier

Chapter 4

Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.

~Taraji P. Henson

Nobody feels the way I do. I have no friends now, and people will /rarely/ ask if I am okay. I just smile and nod, while inside, I feel as useless as the 'ay' in okay.

I feel trapped in my own mind. Like my mind is a mansion, but almost not even a mansion. A skyscraper. All the different floors are each of the feelings and/or emotions I have felt/had. And every day, I visit each floor over and over again until I sleep. And then I wake up, and the cycle starts again, until one day.

One day when I finally decide it's enough. And then people will notice and pretend they care just to get attention. They will pretend to be my best friend just to get on television and have people feel bad for them.

I wish I had sanity, and I wish I had friends. I have been a mess ever since Mark kissed another guy. And some days, I swear they hold hands and hit me when they walk past me just to rub it in my face.

That I have no lover, and nobody to trust. I don't have that one person who will always care. But there was one day recently when I saw Ethan and Tyler together. They were literally having a makeout session outside of the school.

Mark's priceless face when he saw them- It was lovely to see. Somebody who did something to me when I did nothing to them. It's karma, bitch.

So Mark avoids Ethan and Tyler every day. He still hangs out with Bob and Wade, though. I can still perfectly remember Ethan and Tyler's first time making out.

Moans could be heard as the last few people were walking out of the school. Me, Jack, Bob, and Wade. And no, we weren't walking together. I was the odd one out, my shoulder almost brushing against the wall to the left side as I walked.

Ethan's small body was pressed up against a pillar on the right side of schools entrance- the side all of the other guys were walking near.

Tyler had no upper article of clothing on. There was no gap between the two. Both of their hands were enlaced with the others hands. After a few seconds of Mark's realization of what he was currently witnessing, Tyler grabbed Ethan by both of his legs.

He pulled Ethan up, his back still pushed against the brick pillar. Tyler had placed Ethan's legs at his waist, so now it was easier for them to kiss. Once Tyler had Ethan perfectly at his waist, he put one hand behind Ethan's head and the other up Ethan's shirt, and he shivered at the feeling of Tyler touching his bare skin.

I can imagine Ethan shudder at the thought of him and Tyler in only boxers. (And that might not have to be only a thought)