"What happened? Why didnt you call me immediately? Why? Oh lord." Joey was pacing infront of him like a mad man.
"It doesnt matter." Corey sighed looking away
Joey came face to face with the ginger man "I'm your boyfriend, of course it matters."
Corey just bit his lip and Joey cupped his face stroking the bruise gently as Corey cringed. "Itll be okay corey." Joey reassured "itll heal and I'll look after you."
Corey hit Joey's hand away "Whatever." He said lying on his side.
Joey wasnt sure how to respond, so he just sat there.
"Are you okay?" Joey asked after a while of silence.
Corey sighed and nodded. "Its whatever." Curling into himself trying not to cry.
He felt weak, horrible and pathetic.
"Please talk to me."
"Joey get it through your thick head, I dont wanna talk!" Corey yelled
Joey sighed. That hurt, but he knew Corey was just upset.
But Joey just thought it was a matter of being hit and the shock and sudden appearance of his mom.
For corey it was a lot deeper than that.
His mom had brought up a lot of repressed memories, the abusive step fathers that he kept now seeing in his mind, the constant bullying, the abandonment, the poverty, the violence, Jason.It was all too much.
Part of him wanted to break up with Joey in that moment, snort drugs and kill himself.
But another part was glad Joey was there for comfort, Joey was starting to become his oxygen, he couldnt live without Joey, that thought terrified him, but in a fucked up way. He liked that.
And another part just was plain scared about Joey and Joey's motives.
"Corey?" Joey asked
Corey looked up at him slowly. "Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Joey said
Corey shrugged "If anything it's pretty ugly." Corey looked him in the eye "why didnt you just let me die?"
Joey swallowed a lump in his throat. "What?"
"Why did you take that away from me?" Corey asked
"I wasnt going to do that."
"Well could you next time?" Corey snapped "you have no right to decide whether I live or die."
Joey started to tear up. "Dont say such horrible stuff."
Corey began to cry. An ugly wail as the tears fell down his cheeks.
Joey went to hug him.
"Dont!" He said pushing Joey away "dont!"
Joey wiped away a stray tear. He could see the amount of pain Corey was going through yet could do nothing to help. He had no clue of what was going on. And he watched the man he loved. torture himself.
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General FictionCorey has an illness, it was something someone gave to him if you like, something he had no choice of, PTSD. No matter what he does he cant forget it, but he has no clue of what his head is doing to him. Joey is a happy go lucky, kinda crazy individ...