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deep shit (8)

Vincent had noticed the change in Darryl's behaviour. He'd notice to bluntness to Darryl's words, and the risk taking behaviour he was choosing to take. He knew it wasn't Darryl's fault. Withdrawal from routine can be a difficult task, especially when it came to physical abuse. He knew the toll it took on people, and he knew how damaging it was for life to just change.

It had been a week since Zak hasn't been to school. Darryl stared at the empty seat in his english classroom blankly. He refused to let himself adjust to this new lifestyle of freedom. Of course, the endless whispers of his peers never ended, however he found it much more tolerable than being slapped back to reality. So every day, Darryl found ways to make himself hurt, just the ways Zak would do

Skeppy has also been ignoring Darryl, causing him to fall deeper into the toxic mindset that was blooming in his mind. His nails no longer prim, but stumps. Spots of white decorated the pink due to excessive biting. Darryl refuses to admit to himself that the boy's company meant something to him, but deep down he knew that Skeppy was becoming a part of him.

But it felt wrong.

Wrong to worry about his bully
Wrong to worry about some rando who he met through an inappropriate message.
Wrong to worry so much about others.

Darryl frowned as he made his way to his house. He turned open the door to be met with the same empty void. He knew his parents needed to work in order to keep up the lifestyle they had. However, there was never a time when Darryl didn't miss them.

Then so, laying on his red couch, he drifted off to sleep, in order to prevent his mind from wandering.

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just a filler atm
i have exams going on so it's hard to tell when i have time to write ;-;
i genuinely appreciate u guys a lot uwu
i get motivation to write because i know how it feels to have a story with irregular updates LMAO

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