Ryder Meyers is like a porcelain doll. Lifeless, and made of glass that could shatter with a snap of a finger. Sitting on the shelf, collecting dust, and waiting for someone to pick him up, and show him admiration, to brighten up his world of black...
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"I was the knight in shining armor in your movie. Would put your lips on mine and love the aftertaste." -Jon Bellion
R Y D E R
"Are you done yet?" I asked the female touching my stomach.
"Almost," April says as she pokes my ribs, I flinch at her cold fingers.
I groan and shift uncomfortably, "Can you stop poking me?" I grumbled with annoyance slipping off my tongue.
I saw April roll her eyes in the corner of mine, "Yeah, sorry, Your Highness." She says with a massive amount of sarcasm.
"I'm fucking serious, it hurts." I hissed at her, my chest rising and falling from the throbbing pain around my abs.
April stays silent but stops poking my ribs, which makes me satisfied.
A few seconds of silence pass, then April interrupts it with irritating questions.
"What happened? What'd you do to make you get this bad of an injury?"
"Just a simple and unpredictable fight." I lied.
"Bullshit." My eyes widened at her vulgarity, "If this was unpredictable then you'd be able to get the hang of it easily. This was a predictable one, and whoever you fought was not a safe or good person."
April's words made me want to snap and curse at her, "What do you not get about 'mind your own fucking business'?" I sat up in anger, ignoring the screaming pain in my abdomen.
Her eyes widened, "Oh my God, Ryder, lay back down! If you continue this I'm taking you to the hospital." She pushes me down gently, and I slightly resist, not wanting to show her my weak points.
"Stop telling me what to do." I snap, my gaze hardening.
April glared at me, "I'm helping you with your wounds. I'm healing you with my own hands, now why don't you just shush and let me help you?" She accuses.
I stare into her brown eyes, my own gaze softening before hesitantly obliging, k laid back down on the couch, patiently waiting for her to be done.
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"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew." -Henry Rollins
