Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

Lifeboat_Cp 5

Heaviness of the guilt I harbor emulates from my face, causing mom to notice right away, even through her frantic cleaning.

"Joshua, what is the matter with you? You act as if someone has killed themselves-" Wide eyed she immediately turns around with a terrified expression, mouth formed in an 'O'. Waving her off I shrug, pushing myself away from her blue intense eyes.
"No person I know has killed themselves, I just don't feel well today." I mumble, leaning on the kitchen doorway. Scrubbing furiously at a stain on the kitchen sink she fixes her eyes downwards, frowning.

Knowing this look, I shake my head and fix my slouched posture, walking over to place a hand on her shoulder. "I'm fine, Mom. It's just-" I search for the right word, pausing when she casts sorrowful eyes towards me.
"-difficult." I finish, grimacing at her clearly afflicted thoughts.

Having enough of the intense atmosphere I excuse myself to my room, not feeling the urge to eat anymore. Stepping into my bluish black bedroom I let out a well deserved heave, noticing my cat nestled in my pillows.

I chuckle warmly and yank off my combat boots aimlessly in the dark, jumping on my bed next to Spiderman. He meows slightly, burrowing his head into the covers with a small "purr".

"Spiderman..." I call, lightly stroking his head. "Why am I so...strange. Can I just have a normal day for once in my life- I feel like you're the only one who can tolerate me nowadays." With no acknowledgment whatsoever, he yawns, getting up and burrowing himself in my pudge of a stomach, falling asleep once again.

Rolling my eyes I have no choice but to feel compassion, running a hand on the curve of his boney spine, listening to the calm 'purr' of his resting dreams. Looking out the window, I see the setting sun with a tint of purple in the distance, finishing the day up. My heart aches a little, thinking about the comforting stranger with the stripped leggings. I pat Spidermans head and pull myself silently off the edge of the bed, hoping to keep him in a peaceful slumber.

Shuffling out my bedroom door, the lights flick on to my touch, light showering my hallway to guide me to the bathroom. I creak over my bathroom floor and pull some toothpaste and my brush out, going ham and cheese- partially letting my pent up exhaustion and anger do the brushing. Letting my thoughts wander...

'The boy with a smile as light as a rose,
Through the evening sun he rises and falls
Breathes of short and legs tired, weak and worn

We see the same but don't believe,
That we could ever play the exact beat
But let's just think
That we sing the familiar chorus of life'