In which a sad girl and an abused boy meet and learn that not everything is bad.
"I'll call you when the party's over"
{{Boris Pavlikovsky x Female oc}}
"But nothin' ever stops you leavin'" **Huge Trigger Warning please read at your own risk**
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Boris looked up at the night sky. It was pitch black not a star in the sky, it reminded him of himself, empty no hope left. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, a puff of smoke appearing in front of him every so often. A broken bottle of beer stood next to him as he laid on the green, soft grass of the park. A gun laid next to him. His father's gun.
The curly haired boy stood up, putting out the smoke and grabbed the gun he took a deep breath and placed it near his head. He thought about everything, his mom and her beautiful features and kind smile and all the times she would take him to Phoenix or to the zoo. Kotku her pretty features, she was a pest sometimes but Boris loved her, he thought about all the times they got high or drunk together and the countless nights spent in the thin sheets. He thought about his dad but realized there wasn't truly any good memories of him. Finally Theo, his first love, he thought about his beautiful brown hair and his Harry Potter glasses. He thought about the first time he met him in Las Vegas, the grocery store, and the park were they got high. Finally he thought about the kiss they shared right before he left. He felt multiple tears run down his already wet cheek. But he couldn't stop.
He cocked the gun and counted down
One...
Two...
Thr-
He was cut of when he heard sobs, quiet sobs but sobs nonetheless coming from the swings. He walked over there to see the girl from earlier crying.
Fern walked down her steps carefully. She passed her dad who was sleeping on the couch, beer bottles spread around him. She felt tears threaten her eyes. She thought about the boy with the accent from earlier. Was his life like hers? What was his name? Why was she so invested in this boy? She thought about her mom and Mack and Lydia. She felt her heart begin to beat out of her chest, her palms started to sweat, tears fell plink plink plink. She couldn't catch her breath. She ran to the kitchen and scrimmaged through the medicine cabinet again, grasping for any pills she could find she grabbed a random bottle; escitalopram and scrambled to the door.
Once outside Rory started to think, back to California the first time she met Lydia and Mack.
A young eight year old blonde girl walked into her new classroom. "You must be Fern?" An older lady with gray hair that was pulled into a high bun smiled. The little girl gulped and shook her head. "Well it's very nice to meet you, why don't you go sit back there." She spoke calmly pointing to the only free seat all the way in the back. She sighed and walked over to the seat, suddenly she felt a gust of impact fly into her chest and when she opened her eyes she found that the little girl was met with the ground. As if on command an eruption of laughter roared from the young children. Fern felt her breath grow heavy as everyone pointed and laughed at her. Then she heard a voice, actually two "Hey are you ok?" One asked with a slight lisp. She looked up to see two very pretty girl, one had super curly brown hair and the other had long red hair that reminded the young girl of fire. And since that day the three were inseparable.
Fern awoken from the moment and sat on the swings. She grabbed the bottle and struggled to open it. "Come on please" She begged the bottle as tears began to sting her blue orbs. After struggling for what felt like ages, she threw the bottle and put her head in her hands. Then she broke, like a machine missing a piece she broke. She let out loud sobs and couldn't stop and everytime she would calm down they just continued.
"Are you alright?" Fern recognized the accent in the voice instantly. The boy from lunch.
"Do I look alright!" She screamed, which she normally never does. The curly haired boy in front of her flinched. She scoffed at him "I'm not alright and I never will because life... it sucks." She whispered the last part to herself, even though Boris clearly heard her.
"It'll be ok, just you matter and are loved." Boris assured her coughing up words.
"Your such a fucking hypocrite" Fern mumbled. The pale boy was taken aback, the brunette took a deep breath before continuing "Don't act like you're life isn't shitty, I can see right through you. You're eye, someone gave that to you. You smoke and drink and do anything to try to heal the pain. And don't think I didn't notice the gun in your pocket. So why don't you do us both a favor and shoot us both huh!" She yelled her voice still shaking from the tears that were spilling out her eyes like a rainstorm.
Boris thought about it for a moment and it seemed like a good idea. I mean that's what he came here for, right? But something about the mysterious girl amused him and for an unknown reason he wanted to get to know her.
"No." He whispered. "Maybe we can help each other?"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe we were mean't to meet and maybe help each other feel better."
"Ok then, I doubt that, but okay." She spoke wiping the remaining tears and standing, she turned back around. "I'm Fern by the way."
"I'm Boris."
Maybe, just maybe it really was fate these two met.
