ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℒ𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊

Breakdowns

A/N shits going down

TW??: Mental breakdown (it's not in detail but I wanna be safe)

Weeks passed and Jack hadn't seen Davey. Which was funny given the fact Crutchie saw him at lectures and at the coffee place all the time. Crutchie had started to worry, thinking it was Katherines doing and Jack would assure him it wasn't. But like Jack had said before. Crutchie was always right, and this time wasn't any different.

Davey was tired and drained. No motivation, no focus. He was absolutely swamped with work on top of the same essay he was still perfecting. The essay was almost done so he had tried to focus on that but couldn't. It was impossible.

Those days were back, the ones where he dug himself into a deep hole. The ones where even Blink and Mush couldn't get him to smile. He felt so insecure and disgusting. No matter the book, or how long the drive was, nothing could pull him out. But he was always at lectures. Always at the library and getting coffee. Helping others and living out his life without thinking about his mental health or how he felt, which wasn't exactly healthy.

Back at the library we were with its towering bookshelves and old dusty computers. And there Davey sat, unable to focus and edit this essay. Jack hadn't texted David recently and he wasn't going to bother him. Still he couldn't help but check his phone every now and then, hoping for something from him.

He ran a hand through his hair, Katherine's words burned into his head, like a permanent tattoo in his brain. One he can never get rid of. These past few weeks she had found a way to track him down getting coffee or at the library and would just rip him to pieces.

"He says you talk too much. Try shutting up every now and then."

Davey shook his head, trying to clear all the thoughts. He didn't know exactly why Katherine was targeting him. She had nothing to worry about, Davey didn't like Jack, or rather, he couldn't like Jack. He sighed again and closed his laptop, packing it up with his textbook and heading back to his dorm.

Passing a vending machine on his way, He took out a few quarters, walking towards it.

"Do you really need that biscuit?"

Davey hesitated before pocketing the coins and walking away. A small comment from weeks ago yes, but it hurt still. He hadn't eaten in awhile but didn't really pay any mind to it. Davey walked down the street, the only thing illuminating the sidewalk were the dim yellow glow of the lamps. He hugged his bag closer, looking for any comfort he could find.

"You smell horrible. Jack prefers a sweeter smell, not bitter coffee."

Davey rubbed his arm. Little things like that had started to get to him. Unlocking the door of his dorm he threw his bag on the bed and sat down, resting his head in his hands.

"Disgusting"

"Stop it." Davey whispered to himself. He knew no one was there to hear him but he needed to tell this voice.

"You're wearing that?"

A tear fell. Davey's phone rang multiple times, over and over but he didn't pay attention to it. He couldn't keep it in anymore. A few more deep breaths and he would be fine. Right?

A knock came a few moments later. "Davey?" His voice was quiet and worried.

Davey's heart stopped. He had been doing such a good job avoiding him, knowing he would break if he talked to him. He took in another breath. "Come in." Davey cringed as his voice cracked.