I'm sick as hell, so here you have it (/.\)
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The door closed with a heavy bang. Jayy toed off his shoes in the hall and placed them neatly next to his mother’s. He held back a pained sob as the simple movement of bending over sent a chock of pain op his spine. He had really hoped she had gone to bed, or better yet, was out for some reason, though the light from the Tv in the living room indicated that his mother was indeed home — and up. Most likely waiting up for her only son to return. Jayy hung his black and red coat up on the coat hanger, took a deep breath and slowly made his way to the stairs to escape his mother. He loved her and all, but he really couldn’t face her right now.
At the bottom of the stairs the Shutcall’s brows moved in confusing and he looked towards the flickering light coming from the living room. Normally his mother would hear the front door from the kitchen making it impossible, to Jayy's great frustration, for him to sneak in without his prying mother knowing.
He gently crept his socked feet along the hardwood floor to the living room. As he got close the young man heard the familiar voices from his mother’s favorite soap-opera. He made a face, they had always been close but not close enough to enjoy the same kind of entertainment. Far from. Jayy walked into the small room and his eyes immediately sought out his mother on the couch, asleep. He let out a sigh and his shoulders sunk forward. Jayy was thrilled his mother wasn’t awake to see him in his current state, but at the same time his back hurt by the mere thought of carrying her up the stairs. The Shutcall quickly decided against the idea with a pulled face. He then gently pulled some blankets over his sleeping mother and turned off the Tv. Walking though the pitch black living room proofed to be way more scarier than he had expected. Jayy flinched at every shadow and he could have sworn that more than one of them moved. He quickly, as quickly as somebody in his state could, made his way up the gloomy stairs. He moved faster, pain filling up his body at this point, but he really couldn’t care less, he wanted inside his room, under his sheets in safety from the shadows now.
His body ached all over when he finally made his way to his room. The darkness was creeping in on him, closer and closer. Jayy almost flung open his bedroom door and nearly collapsed at the greeting of more darkness, more shadows. As much as he wanted to slam his door shut and break-down on the floor in a puddle of emotions, the Shutcall was aware of his sleeping mother downstairs. Therefore he gently closed his door and limped the memorized way to his bed in the dark. First the young man threw himself on the bed, then he used a great amount of time and effort on getting off his garnets. It was a painful process, but a content sigh past over his lips as he finally cuddled under his warm and safe covers. His entire back side was throbbing with pain, and it felt like he would never be able to ever walk again. Jayy closed his eyes and frowned as he had trouble finding a suitable position for his poor behind and groaned annoyed when it proved to be more than just difficult. Finally he decided on laying on his stomach and closed his fagged out eyes
— Tired yet terrified of the night ahead of him.
Jayy opened his eyes and glanced up in the ceiling. He could clearly remember how little sleep he had had that night. He couldn't fall sleep firmly believing that the dark shadows in the corners was watching him, waiting for him to fall asleep so that they could terrorize him once, plenty times more. It was in the early morning hours the tired teen had passed out from the lack of sleep. Thankfully his mother had called him in sick after a number of failed tries to wake him.
The Shutcall remembered the days he spent in his bed, under the covers and behind the safety of a locked door, the daily pounding of fists on it and the constant pleadings on the other side of the wood. The pleadings from behind his door was crystal clear in his memory. Jayy wanted to let him in, he really did, he just couldn’t. Letting the little, fluffy, loving, innocent human in, meant that Jayy had to tell him everything that happened. And he couldn't. He could never tell anybody
He turned his head and leaned his naked upper body on his arm so that he could look up on his bed from his place on the floor. The madrases may had been rather uncountable, but he didn't have ti heart to throw the sleeping creature out of his bed, let alone get in bed with him. Dahvie was sound asleep, with his rainbow har all over the place. Jayy almost smiled at the vision. Leading his eyes downward the younger teens body, they captured the manicured nails on fingers that clung unto grips of sheets. The Shutcall frowned his perfectly shaped brows.
The incident, the crime that happened, had left such deep scares in his soul and looking at Dahvie, the older teen knew that there was no way Dahvie would get through this on his own. Or, he wouldn’t make it through on his own and stay the same. If he got through it on his own, changes was he would change, just like Jayy had — for the worse.
