Shooting Star

I hate myself

Shitshitshitshitshitshit was all William thought as he slammed on his breaks, nearly hitting a deer. He didnt have time for this. He floored the gas petal and thought.

"Where would he be?" He muttered to himself. It wasnt that hard of a question to answer considering a trail of blood was on the road. Except the trail stopped after a while. Will made a logical decision to go to the hospital.

It took a while to find a parking spot. Will fumbled with the keys and sped off inside the building. Now he had to wait for the people in front of him. I dont have time for this! He thought impatiently. Reluctantly he tapped the person in front of hims shoulder. "Can I get in front of you?"

The man shook his head. "Sorry sir, but no can do. My wife is giving birth and I need to be there-!" He sounded panicked as the desk lady called his name and he rushed off. William stepped up. The lady was a short woman. She had brown hair that was cut in a boy cut. She had freckles across her nose and a stern yet calming look.

(Little did you know I just described myself--)

"How may I help you, sir?" She asked. Will bit his lip. "Uh, I'm here to see someone," he paused after receiving an eyebrow raise. "Oh-! Right. Scott. Walker." He tapped his fingers on the counter as the lady looked through her notebook. "I'm afraid Mr.Walker left about--" she checked her watch "Two hours ago."

Two hours?  He nodded and yelled 'thanks' as he ran out of the building and back to his car. He twitched impatiently as he tried to get out of his parking space. He an his finger through his purple hair. This was going to be a long ride.

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"S-Scott, you h-have t-t-to take your m-med-medicine! The d-doctar said s-so!" Jeremy tried to convince Scott to take the round pills. He glared and threw the pills. "They cant make me do shit!" Scott spat and glared. Mike folded his arms and looked at Scott. "Should we get Will here to make you?"

Scott froze.

Jeremy looked at Scott then to Mike, then back to Scott, then back to Mike. He cleared his throat after seeing Scott wasnt going to say anything. "They...uh...th-they broke up..." he stuttered quickly and quietly. Mike looked at Scott, eyes wide. "That explains a lot of your behavior." He nodded, joking.

Scott glared and folded his arms. "That's not the reason of my said, 'behavior'!" He growled. He looked away to restrain himself from snacking Mike. A knock came to the door and Jeremy left with an, "I'll get it." Scott furrowed his brows, "I'm coming to!" Mike snorted. "God, you sound like a child."

They argued untill Jeremy eventually reached the bottom of the stairs. He opened the door and looked at Scott, questioningly. Scott shot him a look back. "Jeremy, buddy..." he began then sighed. "I can't open the door because of the stupid crutches!" He raised his voice a little. Not to a yell. Just a little. Jeremy nodded and opened the door wider, revealing a nervous looking William.

Scott did a 180 and turned away. Or tried to at least. It's kind of hard when you cant walk. He tripped over himself, hitting his head on the ground. Mike tried to help him up but was shot at with a, "Dont touch me!" From the man on the floor. Will continued to look at him in silence. Scott only pouted on the ground, not even bothering to look. After about thirty seconds, Scott attempted to stand but hissed in pain and fell to the floor.

William walked in, slowly and tried to help. Scott glared and backed away. Again with a, "Dont touch me!" He turned to Jeremy, "Has he taken his meds?" Scott angrily growled, "I dont need those stupid meds! I hate them! I hate the doctors! I hate my therapist! I hate my dad! I hate my life! I hate you!" He turned to Will, fire burning directly in his brown eyes.

There was a few moments of silence untill it was broken by the sound of soft crying. "I h-hate myself..." Scott muttered quietly. He found himself in the arms of someone. He didnt know who, and didnt care. He pushed them away, with no energy. "Someone help me up." He asked, defeated.

All three of his friends helped him up the stairs into his bedroom. Scott looked at them all tiredly. "You guys should leave. Thanks for the help, Jerem." He waved the three away and looked up, staring at the glowing stars on his ceiling. Mike and Jeremy didnt pay much attention to the room as they left but William saw it. Clearer than a crystal.

A razor blade with what looked like fresh blood.

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Sorry not sorry I had to show off my shit fanart--