oak trees // misfits

g r i e f

ship: idk the name
swagger x inotorious
prompt: you'll see ;)
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stage one: shock

at first swagger couldn't believe it, he didn't want too. the news the doctors told him made him sick. he stood in silence, blankly staring at a wall. the static in his head made it hard to think, and the ringing in his ears made it hard to speak. so he didn't. his throat went dry, any word he tried to get out broke and fell apart. he couldn't believe it, he was gone.

stage two: denial

now swagger didn't want to believe it. the shock was over, he was crying, feeling to many emotions at once. he kept whispering "no", closing his eyes tightly. maybe if he thought really hard he could bring him back, maybe this is all a dream. but once he opened his eyes again, he broken down even more. it wasn't a dream, it was the harsh reality.

stage three: anger

he was yelling. screaming at the doctor, saying they could of done better, they could of saved him. his friends kept him still, kept him from attacking the doctor physically. the outburst was random, one moment he's crying softly and the next he's screaming.

stage four: bargaining

swagger went home, telling everyone he needed time alone. he hated being alone, he hated not having him here. so he tried to fill the empty spot with alcohol and drugs. thinking maybe they can replace him. he just wanted the pain to go away.

stage five: depression

the thoughts wouldn't stop.

it was your fault
you could of saved him
you did this
YOU DID THIS

swagger hated it, but maybe it was his fault. he would still be here if it wasn't for swagger. so swagger cried, cried until he couldn't. until the water stop flowing and it was just dry hiccups. he needed someone here to distract him. the alcohol and weed wasn't enough, there was still that empty pain.

stage six: acceptance

swagger of course still didn't want to believe it. but reality is, he's gone. it hurt, all of it hurt. his stomach was twisted, his throat was dry, his eyes burned from the crying, his fists hurt from punching things. he isn't coming back.

fitz came over to try and help. but he couldn't distract the smaller boy enough. fitz tried multiple things, video games, music, weed, everything. but everything reminded swagger of him. and it hurt even more.

matt's really gone

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A/N : merry christmas eve, have a sad chapter :)

-J