𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~"I hate my life..."~

B L A K E

"Goodbye man, I'll see you tomorrow!" I said to Anthony, he waved at me as I left. Soccer training had just finished, both Anthony and I played so at least I wasn't alone. I walked over to Xavier's car, waiting for him.

He said his goodbyes to Zeke, although I saw Zeke saw something that made Xavier laugh, wonder what he said... Xavier made his way over, finally unlocking the car. "Took you long enough."

"Fuck up." He replied, I rolled my eyes as I got in. Xavier started to drive away, blasting his shit rap music as we drove. My phone started to ring, dad's ID popping onto the screen. I turned the music down, placing the phone to my ear as I answered the call. "Hey Dad, whats up?"

"Grace and I are going out for dinner tonight so order what you want for dinner, oh and Grace said to keep an eye on Cooper okay? Make sure he cleans his room and doesn't drink anymore beer."

"Anymore beer?"

"Just do as I've said please." He said, I let out a sigh. "Sure, bye dad."

"Bye." By the time I had ended the call, Xavier had pulled up into the driveway. Xavier flicked the engine off, I climbed out of the car, grabbing my bag before making my way inside.

I had barely stepped through the door before I heard sobbing, like... loud sobbing. I walked into the house and towards the living room, Cooper was sitting on the couch, his knees to his chest as he was sobbing his heart out.

"Cooper?" I asked, his head shot up, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his face stained with tears, more continuing to flow, his lip trembling and his hair was an absolute mess. "O-oh, Hey..." He muttered out, forcing a smile as a hiccup left his mouth.

"Hey! What's wrong, why are you crying?" I asked, dropping my bag as I walked over, sitting down beside him. He shook his head. "It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if it's making you cry so much, what's the matter?" I asked, Cooper sniffled, wiping away his tears. "I h-had a f-f-fight with D-Damia-n..." He muttered, I could hear the pain in his voice. "Come here." I said, pulling him into a side hug. He rested his head on my shoulder, not saying a word as I rubbed his back.

Xavier walked into the room, not caring about Cooper as he sat down and turned on the tv. I rolled my eyes at him, I don't get why he doesn't like Cooper, maybe it's just something we don't know about...

"Do you guys hate me?" Cooper asked, his voice hoarse from how much he had been crying. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Cooper-"

"Do you guys hate me?" He asked again, this time more forcefully. Xavier looked over at me and Cooper, his gaze switching between us. "I don't like you." Xavier said, I scoffed at him. "Xave-"

"Don't Blake, he gave me honestly, that's what I wanted." Cooper said, moving away from me as he stood up and walked into the kitchen. I watched as he grabbed a Mountain Dew, popping it open and taking a large sip. "Where are the plastic bags?"

"In the cupboard under the sink, are you sure you're okay Cooper?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll probably just have a meltdown later, I don't know. But if you here the shower running, or my music playing really loud, ignore it." He said with a forced smile as he grabbed the plastic bags, making his way upstairs.

I hope he's okay...

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C O O P E R

I made my way upstairs, closing my door as I placed my Mountain Dew on my drawers. I switched the tv on, letting music play as I started to clean up.

Yeah, I get it you're an outcast
Always under attack always coming in last
Bringing up the past no one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast a kick in the ass
So paranoid
Watch your back!

Hola, here we go

Another lose cannon, gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower
Quicksand's got no sense of humor
I'm still laughing like hell
You think that the cryin' to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine

I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight?

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality
If there's an afterlife then it'll set you free
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy
You think that cryin' to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine

I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight?
For yourself

I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight?
I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun

When you gonna wake up and fight?
For yourself?
When you gonna wake up and fight, for yourself?
When you gonna wake up and fight, for yourself?
When you gonna wake up and fight, for yourself?
For yourself?

I had cleaned up my room, surprisingly only using one bag. I had opened up my balcony doors, letting my room air out so it didn't smell of cigarette. I sprayed some deodorant too, you know... for good measures.

I walked over to my bed, plopping down on it as I closed my eyes, the events of the day rolling through my head.

I let out a dry laugh, feeling tears well in my eyes again. My jaw clenched as I pulled at my hair, already wishing I could just forget about it all... but I couldn't, so instead, I might just break down again.

"I hate my life..."