Acceptance

Chapter 5

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⚠️⚠️ Alright this chapter has some explicit content in it along the lines of mental health. Self harm. "Gore" and depression.⚠️⚠️ There may be more to it form here on just because this is how I saw the story pan out. And I'm glad I chose this instead of the other idea. This one might bring more to the table that other one would have. Either way I hope you enjoy and I'll be sure to work on the following installments soon.
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Greg camp back with a tray of delicious enchiladas and tacos. "Alright here you go Connor. Thanks for paying." Greg laughed it off. "But then again, fuck you for paying, I could have handled it."

"No problem, but I don't mind please just let do something nice for you." Connor pleaded.

Greg giggled and started munching on on his taco. "So... you wanna do anything today after this?" He said in between bites.

"I do want time to unwind, I was thinking we could take a walk to the park or something. It's suck a nice day." Connor said with a smile, and started eating his food with Greg.

Some time passed, Connor and Greg were done eating and threw there scraps away and left the restaurant shorty after. Greg take Connor by the hand leading him out of the restaurant. "Come on, let get out of here." Greg said soothingly.

Connor couldn't help but melt into the other boys touch, the soft sound of his voice gave him chills and made him feel good. "Alright." Connor said off in a daze.

Greg chuckled back at Connors reaction and lead him along the busy street to the park across town. Holding hands the whole time, as couples do.
They have been walking for around for about half an hour to get the the park.

"Hey why don't we see if Amaya wants to hang out with us!" Connor asked his beloved.

"Yeah that would be great! I'll text her I think she's at home though." Greg replied and pulled out his phone to get a hold of Amaya.

"Hey Amaya. Me and Connor are out right now and we where wondering you wanted to hang out with us. Are you at home?" Greg finished his text and hit send.

"I wonder what she's doing." Greg questioned and continued walking.

"I just hope we can hang out, the 3 of us again. I haven't see her in a while" Connor lets out with a grin on his face.

Some time passes with Connor and Greg walking down the busy streets of downtown. Connor began to feel wheezy and upset. Connor little to Greg's attention, has overwhelming depression, but not even he knows how to categorize it. He would never willingly admit sometime like this to his friends, like the countless time he's slit his arms, or the numerous concoctions of bleach laundry detergent. He was always good at hiding his feeling as if he had a mask. Sometimes he can't help but let it out but in this case Connor can't fathom the thought of Greg even getting a glimpse of that side of him. So he choke's it down.

"Hey Connor. You alright? You look sick." Greg said almost laughing it off but still concerned for the boy.

"..." Connor didn't wanna be there. He didn't wanna look up. He wanted these thoughts to stop! He wanted to go home but it only filled him with more anxiety as he thought about the terrors there.

"Connor?" Greg stopped abruptly to face him.

Connor slowly glances over to Greg putting all of his energy into hiding his pain and tears.

"Oh yeah sorry... I was, just wondering why Amaya is taking so long to reply!" Connor said.

"Oh yeah, she sure is taking her time... but is there something going on? You know you can talk to me about it." Greg replied.

"No. Really I'm ok." Connor reassured Greg.

"Alright..." Greg said with a fake smile.

Greg is really good and reading vibes, especially when it comes to Connor and Amaya. He's noticed Connor blinks more than he should when he lies. And Amaya scratches her arm when she's feeling anxious to upset. But he's not really good at handling it. He can comfort them when they need it but doesn't know how to handle complicated situations. He'll leave this alone, he doesn't wanna push Connor to confess to something that is hurting him. But he is very concerned for him.

"Hey do you think we could just go to HQ? I know it's a nice day and all but the heat is killing me and I kinda wanna sit down for a little bit." Connor said facing the ground.

"Yeah that's fine. Do you wanna watch something, I'm always down to chill with you." Greg said happily.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." Connor said smiling too. Almost as if all of his problems disappeared as he saw the smile on his face.

"Alright" Greg said grabbing ahold of his hand again.

Only a short distance later they arrived at the main gate that the HQ is located at. Using the back panel to get into the structure, Greg placed his hand onto the scanner and both boys walk in.

"Jeez it was hot out there. I didn't notice it until we got inside." Greg said allowed as he flopped on Connors bed he has in his room of the HQ.

"Yeah, I was dying out there. I'm gonna get some water. I'll be right back." Connor said walking away.

"Oh!! bring me one too?" Greg jolted up before Connor could walk away.

Connor looked back and smiled. "Yeah, no problem." He said and walked away.

While Greg was turning on the Xbox and tv to scroll through Hulu, Connor was in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. He pulls on his eyes and face wanting the pain to go away. He stop and rolls up his sleeve. There he is reminded of the countless cuts and bruises he's inflicted on himself. His heart ached for release, he rummaged through the cabinets and drawers within the bathroom looking for his comb. In the top right drawer lies the comb. It has been grinded and sharpened to a almost blade like edge. Essentially a shive he made by himself, with the lack of access to razor blades and box cutters. He picks up the comb and set it on the counter, contemplating on weather or not now was a good time. He slowly reaches for the comb, and slides it across his upper forearm. Not even a reaction. He does it again... again... ... and again. It was a blurr. His arm and pair of the counter stained with blood as it dripped down his arm. He doesn't feel it, he doesn't feel anything anymore. He hides any trace of the evidence and walks away. On his way back making sure to grab two bottles of water from the fridge in the kitchen around the corner from the main area. Just out of view from where Greg was.