Lovely | Terrornuckle

5

2:36 a.m.
Wednesday
October 10, 2018.

I sniffled as my gaze fixated on my scarred filled arm. My eyes stung, my body ached, and I was exhausted. Sighing, I place my hand beside me, crinkling the bedsheet a small bit. Some of the lines on my arm were still bleeding, not badly, just enough to where I needed to press a tissue against my arm. My teeth picked away at my sandpaper lips. I licked at my lips trying to give some moisture to them, but my saliva only stung the open sores. My dull, blue eyes studied my grey walls as my mind wandered.

I should call Brock

I thought, then rethinking it, arguing with myself over whether or not I should. Soon, I decided on calling him so, I stood from my bed and began searching for a hoodie. I grasped an all black hoodie that read, "American Eagle" in big, white letters, of which sat across the chest of the sweater. Sighing, I pulled on the oversized hoodie and sat the hood on top of my head. I hastily sat down in my desk chair, and turned on my computer, waiting for the logo to appear across the screen. Once it was running I clicked at the Skype icon at the bottom right hand corner of the screen. I smiled seeing that Brock was active. I clicked on his name and then tapped the camera icon, my face appearing on the screen. A small circle with Brock's profile picture sat in the middle of the screen, writing underneath it that read, "Calling, Brock..." My hand played with the sleeve of my hoodie, adjusting it so the fabric wouldn't stick to my skin. I winced as the fabric pulled up a forming scab. Soon, Brock's tired face lit up my screen, and I became a small box in the top right hand corner of the screen.

"Hey, Brian. What's up?" He said, his hand rubbing at his eyes. My lips formed a frown, realizing his current state.
"Isn't it late for you?" Brock asked, his brows pulling together. I chewed at my bottom lip and nodded slightly.
"Yeah, but you look exhausted." I breathed, my chest beginning to tense up.
"I can call you back later..." I began, but his voice intruded my sentence.
"No, no it's fine! I'm just a little tired because I've been editing videos all day" He explained, his thumb tapping against his desk. My mouth formed a small, 'o' as I fiddled with my left sleeve. I inhaled sharply through my nose and began chewing away my nails, my leg bouncing lightly.
"You alright? You seem..." He paused, pondering for a word.
"Stressed" Rolled off his tongue and hummed through my ears. My eyes dragged away from the screen as my shoulders lifted slightly.
"I guess you could say that" I mumbled, focusing on a Bic pen that was sitting to the left of my keyboard.
"Do you want to talk?" He murmured, his tone softening and his gaze fixating on my face. I glanced at him, my legs beginning to bounce quickly.
"I..." I started, sighing before I continued.
"I just..." I trailed off, butterflies kissing at my chest. My fingertips felt cold, and my hands began to sweat. I continued to munch at my lip and wiped my hands on my grey sweatpants. Brock sat with listening ears, he didn't break his gaze. I looked back at him, a light smile breaking across my face.
"I don't know what I'm feeling at the moment" I finally blurted, my arms becoming weak. My body began to buzz, it felt like my body was numbing all sensation except for the pulling feeling at the pit of my stomach.
"Well, if you'd like we can play some GTA?" He suggested, my heart jumping at his words.
"Uh, yea. That sounds good. I need something to ease my mind" I agreed, a light blush painted across my cheeks. Brock smiled and soon there were faint clicking noises sounding through the speakers of the computer. A notification slid onto my screen that read, "Moo Snuckle sent you and invitation"