Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

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***** Dallon's Point of View *****

Classes resumed on Monday. Brendon didn't seem too happy about it. But he wasn't really happy about anything.

His mother, having heard about the problem with the typewriter, had gone and purchased Brendon a small voice recorder he could use in his classes. Most of the time that was pretty good, because he just leant back and pretty much fell asleep instead of paying attention.

He seemed to be distancing himself from me. From everyone, really. He never spoke unless he wanted to know where he was, or what time it was, or when we were going to dinner.

Right now, his head was on the desk and he was starting to snore.

The professor just carried on, ignoring him.

I was getting distracted.

I nudged him in the side. "Dude, stop sleeping and pay attention."

He just swore at me under his breath.

When the class was over, I dragged him to the coffee shop. We'd worked out a system. I'd work, Brendon would put his headphones on and type out the notes that he'd recorded during his classes. Then, at the end, we'd go get dinner, and then we'd go back to the dorm. Brendon would hide in his room and then go to bed.

Today Brendon seemed to have different plans. There was a random influx of people, one of the sporting teams coming in, and I couldn't see him. When the people were gone, he was gone too with just a sheet of paper on the table.

I grunted in frustration and dialled his number.

He must've known I'd called because he declined the call. Either that, or he was with someone else.

Brendon just really knew how to get on my nerves. If he wanted me to take him to classes and generally take care of him, then he needed to stop treating me like a slave. I wasn't his mother, I was his friend and I was doing this voluntarily. And if he wanted it to continue, then he better shape up.

He'd have to be able to take care of himself until my shift ended.

I had done everything in the world for this guy. I'd shared my home, my food, I did his dishes and laundry, I helped him through his meltdowns and sorted everything out with Dad for him. Not to mention that I went to his house and met his family. And in return, he was just pretending I didn't exist.

What an asshole.

I just pushed thoughts of him to the back of my mind.

When my shift was finally over, I went out searching. It was kinda dark, so I had the flashlight open on my phone.

He'd gotten quite a ways away.

I was about to call Dad and report him missing when I found him. Unconcious. On the grass. With no bag, no shoes, no phone, and cane or glasses.

I was kind of shocked.

"Brendon! Brendon wake up!" I shook him violently.

He didn't move.

"Jesus," I muttered, rolling him over and checking for injuries. He was covered in bruises, and I was pretty sure that was a black eye.

I didn't know what to do, so I called Dad.

He came out to meet me. Taking one look at Brendon, he sighed and gently picked him up off the ground. "Doctor's office. Let's go."

I nodded and followed him to the doctor's office.

In the light, it was a lot easier to see how bruised and battered Brendon was.

It was really bad.