Another Short Chapter Because I Am A BAD Writer.

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We were all sitting around in my room, awaiting the officer the police station sent out. I was still slightly shaking in Ryan's arms though the tears had stopped. Sarah was whispering reassuring things to me, occasionally tucking a loose hair behind my ear. Brendon was just in the corner with his head is in his hands. I felt bad. Everyone was worried about me. In some ways it felt good to know people cared, but I felt bad, Brendon was obviously upset, Sarah was trying to hold it back, and Ryan, despite trying to stop me from shaking I felt his arms twitch over me. I let a few tears slip free form their restraints, causing Sarah to wipe them away gently. She really would make a great mother, shes gentle when she needs to be, but tough in certain ways. In a way I was envious how nice she was, how nice everyone in this group was. Though, I was for sure a bitch. I felt myself choke out a sob at the self degrading thought. Ryan's arms tightened around me as I began to shake even more violent. I felt disgusting, disappointed, and dumb. The three D's.

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