Dave's POV
I wake up feeling instantly like shit. Like I do everyday but, I like to say that I'm fine. I had just finished my 4 years of college a week ago. Now in the upcoming week it'll be my 22nd birthday. Yay...I decided to move back in with Bro since I was living in campus and I rarely visited. I just laid there thinking how me making to 18 without killing myself was an achievement. Now I'm making to 22. Wow...ain't that some shit. To think how hard life was from from freshman year to now is crazy cause in all everything sucked. I decided to freshen up and go downstairs into the kitchen to make coffee. To my surprise Bro is already up. "Shouldn't you be sleeping in or something?" I asked with a small smirk on my face. "No. Why should I be?" "Well...you are old and all..." I said while chuckling. "Shut it. 30 isn't old I'm at my prime. I've never looked better." He said in a firm voice. Then again he isn't wrong, he really does look good. Bro pointed over at a mug next to his. "I made you coffee, kiddo." I grab the mug and inspect it. "Did you poison this?" I asked with a suspicious look in my face. "Maybe I did..." When he said I tried to chug the coffee. "Wow...I honestly have nothing to say." I finish all the coffee and reply "I can tell..." I put my coffee mug in the sink and sit next to Bro. I notice Bro starts to space out. He has been doing that a lot since I came home. He worries me sometimes but, I think it's cause I don't know what he's thinking. I nudge Bro slightly and ask him if he's okay. "Yeah I'm fine...I've just been thinkin thats all." I force a smile and say "Okay, good..."
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Blood, Depression, And Tears
FanfictionFor a while Dave has been dealing with depression. Dave tends to find bad ways with dealing with his depression. Bro still is watching out for Dave cause he worries that something bad will happen to him cause of the ways he deals with things. What m...
