drugs ; dorbyn

chapter 6

two updates in one day because i won't have my phone for another week and i didn't want to leave y'all on a cliffhanger

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corbyn stares at daniel, frozen in shock. he couldn't quit smoking. it was an addiction that he couldn't break. he'd tried it before and almost ended up killing himself.

"daniel, i can't do that." corbyn says. "it's what keeps me sane."

"well you should leave then."

"i guess i should." corbyn says. he grabs his earbuds, shoving them in his pocket. he storms out of the room, tears threatening to fall down his face.

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⚠️ SELF HARM ⚠️

corbyn sits in the bathroom, his hand wrapped around a razor. nor ashley or jorden were home, making this a perfect opportunity. he sighs, leaning against the door. he'd cut only once before, and that was when he tried to quit smoking. and it lead to something that made him terrified of razors.

but he needed to release some stress. he presses the cold blade to his wrist and slightly drags it across. blood starts to show, making corbyn slightly dizzy. he instantly grabs a towel and places it on his wrist.

"you pussy." corbyn whispers to himself. "why are you scared of blood."

SELF HARM OVER

corbyn eventually makes his way back to his bedroom and lays down on his bed. he lets of a loud scream into his pillow.

he closes his eyes, tears starting to prick. he couldn't cry again. not today anyways.

thoughts about daniel start to swim through his mind, but he closes them out quickly. he didn't want to think about anything.

corbyn gets off of his bed and starts to rummage threw his dresser. he finally finds a small jar that was filled with marijuana. he fiddles with a piece until it's rolled up, then lights it. he takes a long hit from it, then lets it
out slowly.

his mood instantly changes, and he lets out a small giggle. he takes another hit, holding it in longer. he lets it out, then takes a few more hits.

he pulls out his phone and opens up his text messages.

c- hey :))

z- what's up corbs

c- i'm hIghhh

z- oh my corbyn. you know what i say about those.

c- no?

z- whatever. i'll be over in a few to make sure you don't do anything stupid.

c- okAy. see ya soon rosy cheeks.

z- i stg corbs.

corbyn lays down on his bed, a smile spread across his face. soon, zach walks into his bedroom with a bag of clothes and medicine.

"hey zachy-poo." corbyn says, running over to zach. he hugs him tightly, twirling around.

"put me down corbs." zach says, laughing. "and don't call me that ever again."

"alrighty," corbyn says, setting zach down.

"i've got clothes for tonight." zach says.

"great!" corbyn says. zach excuses himself to use the restroom, and corbyn instantly grabs zachs phone. he types in daniels number, and sends daniel a message.

c- unblock mēeeeee

d- who tf if this

c- corbYn. on my friends phone tho :P

d- ugh.

c- uGh

d- r u high

c- nooOoo

d- dammit. u are. fine, i'll unblock you.

c- yEAH

d- just don't expect us to talk a lot

c- fine

daniel unblocks corbyn, then lays down on his bed. he sighs, corbyn on his mind. he wanted to hang out with corbyn, but he couldn't. his father would hurt him more than he already did.

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