When Violence Ensues: Slenderverse Short Stories.

Story Seventy Six: The Bull In The China Shop

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH AND DARK THOUGHTS. PLEASE BE SAFE FRIENDS <3 THE CHAPTER ENDS ON A GOOD NOTE.

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"P-please tell me you didn't mean that." HABIT stammered, stepping back from the taller blonde standing in front of him. Patrick had a sorrowful, pained expression and simply shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the bedroom wall, his head in his hands.

"I want to die, HABIT. What is left to say?"

"Uh, how about why? Why do you want to?" The brown haired teenager questioned in response, observing Patrick with a burning pain that was unfamiliar to him- the pain festered in his chest and throat.

"I cannot take the nightmares anymore, HABIT. The medication, the doctors, the constant idiocy from Mave." The taller listed, a monotonous shift in his voice that echoed just how tired the teenager's soul was. His heart was heavy with lack of sleep, and lack of dreaming.

In reality, could any of those kids dream anymore?

HABIT folded his arms across his chest, and kicked at the floor in his wrecked sneakers, "Yeah, but death wouldn't fuckin' solve anything."

"Perhaps." Patrick sighed in response, too exhausted to even argue his case. There wasn't really a case to argue; it was a genuine statement fuelled by months- years, of only feeling alright for too brief of a moment.

The moments were hard to come by, now, considering Patrick couldn't even sleep at night anymore. A humourless smile tugged at the blonde's lips, "I know it must be bad- because even you do not have a wisecrack to lighten the mood."

HABIT raised an eyebrow, "Is that a challenge? No, no, in all seriousness, you're stayin' with me now." He mused bluntly, giving a smug little grin that caused Patrick to roll his eyes,

"No, I am not." He scoffed in response, "The doctors and the nurses-"

"Adore me so. They'll not give a shit if I'm keepin' you alive, hotshot." HABIT retorted. Patrick opened his mouth to retaliate, but quickly shut it. Honestly, for health and safety reasons regarding HABIT's infamous track record, sharing a room with him was an extremely stupid idea- it was also going to send the staff into a complete meltdown.

However, HABIT and Patrick were as close as friends could possibly ever be; and they'd only punched each other once. As well as this, Patrick knew in his mind that staying in his own room alone would just be a temptation waiting to be jumped on. This mind set was killing him, slowly. A sigh slipping past his lips, Patrick shook his head before shifting his gaze to the shorter male in front of him, "Well, alright. It cannot hurt to try."

"Knew you'd give in~" HABIT chuckled, as Patrick rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the smile from painting itself onto his lips. Patrick stood up properly and brought his hands to his face, rubbing at his eyes in a futile attempt to erase the weariness that ached his mind. He then let his arms fall to his side as he glanced out of HABIT's bedroom window.

It was gated, most likely to prevent HABIT from escaping, but yet sunlight seeped through easily. The window was still able to be opened- but only enough to let fresh air into the room. Patrick was far from surprised, but eternally thankful that fresh air was able to enter the stuffy room.