Thats gay dude.. (Completed)

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(Tw: drug mention, selfharm mention)

I sit on my bed, staring at the ground. I never thought i would be worried for Tord. He's always been so cheerful, so happy. He was the sun in my dim life. But everything is dull now.

My father wont look at me, he wont hit me, he wont do anything. He doesnt even come home. I want to rip everything single scar off my body. Im sick of them, and how they make people think differently of me. I never thought id wish to be hit.

My hands feel cold, and i wish i had Tord to warm them. But his are colder. Why wouldnt he look at me?

I rub my arm.

Hes probably hurting himself right now.

I never thought this thing should be so looked down upon, but now i understand. I dont want him to hurt himself, i want him to be happy.

How can i make him happy?

I hear the front door open and close. I get up quickly and leave my room. I walk into the living room amd see my dad walk to the couch.

"D-dad." I walk over as he sits down.

"What do you want?" He looks up at me.

"I-i um, i need something to make a friend happy."

"What, like pills? You askin me for pills?" He looks kind of mad.

"O-oh um, no, i- i just wanted to make them happy. I-i dont know how."

He sighs and stands up. He walks away and i wait. I sit down. A few minutes later he comes back. Hes holding something.

"Look, if your "friend" doesnt take 'em, give 'em back."

He holds out three small baggies. I take them and nod, standing up and stuffing them into my hoodie pocket.

"T-thanks" i start to walk away, he pushes my shoulder and i keep walking. I walk to the front door and leave.

On the walk to Tords house, i examine the three baggies. Two are filled with two different types of pills, and the other is filled with what i assume is weed. I put them back in my pocket and keep walking. Its already getting dark out.

I hope these help him. Even just a little.

I want him happy again.

Lmao, 385 words,, p short. I liked how it felt to end it there. Ill try to rememver to update again.